still on the clock and with her shoes at her side and her arms hugging her legs, she didnât seem to be in a hurry to leave. He was in a hurry to talk to her, though, so he played the last set as aggressively as heâd played the end of the last game.
Will matched him move for move and they drove Drake and Logan across the court, controlling the game and winning a quick victory of fifteen to ten. All four of them were dripping with sweat as they grabbed their water bottles and drained them.
Drake and Logan said goodbye and headed to their cars. Will nodded behind Danny. âCompany.â
âI know.â Tabathaâs energy buzzed across the air and over him, growing more intense the closer she got. It had always been that way. He could be at home and know she was close before she pulled into the drive.
He smiled as he turned. âTabatha.â
âNice game. I didnât know you could be so aggressive.â
âNeither did I,â Will said, offering a hand. âIâm Will.â
âNice to meet you.â She shook his hand, not caring in the least that his partner was covered in sand and sweat. âYou been playing with this bum long?â
Will released her hand and wiped his towel over his forehead. âFeels like forever, but it seems he had some hidden drive.â
âI might know what you mean.â She looked at Danny like she was trying to solve a puzzle. He was okay with the scrutiny because it meant she was thinking about him and that meant he hadnât screwed up too horribly.
It was great that his wife and teammate were getting along so well so quickly, but heâd dealt with enough thoughts of her and other men for the night. âYou two realize Iâm standing here, right?â
âYouâre kind of hard to miss, Danny.â She smiled the playful smile sheâd once graced him with daily. âI mean, have you smelled you?â
âWe canât all smell as good as you, Tabatha.â And he loved to smell her. Heâd gone so far as to buy a bottle of her favorite perfume when her smell had faded from the sheets. The bottle was almost gone now, making him extra glad she was back in his life.
âWell,â Will said, winking at her, âon that note, Iâm out of here. Great game, Danny. Whatever got into you, you should play like that more often.â
âIâll see what I can do.â He wouldnât mind playing the same way, but he didnât want to ever have the same motivation again.
âIt was nice meeting you, Tabatha. Iâm not sure why youâd marry this guy, but I can see why he moved here for you.â
âThanks.â Her response was for Will, but her gaze narrowed slightly on Danny. When Will was gone, she asked, âYou told him about me?â
âI have no reason not to.â Grabbing his bag, he slipped the strap onto his shoulder. âCan I give you a ride home?â
âIâd like that.â
He couldnât stop the grin any more than he could stop his heart from doing a somersault or his eyes from wanting to tear up. Her agreement to spend even a few minutes with him was a major victory.
Now he only had to not screw it up.
Chapter Five
Other than giving Danny directions to her apartment, Tabatha held her silence on the ride home. She used the time to attempt to process what sheâd witnessed on the beach.
Danny Sampson, the man sheâd married, had refused to accept responsibility for anyone or anything and heâd never opened up about himself to his friends. Daniel Hampton, volleyball player, approached his job with a seriousness that made him dependable and heâd talked to his teammate about her.
Maybe he had changed. In some ways.
âCan I walk you to your door?â he asked when he pulled into a parking spot.
âSure.â Sheâd expected her night to end at her door, maybe with a kiss goodnight. The man sheâd pictured