“You play?” he asked.
“Play is a little strong. I shoot, and sometimes, if I’m lucky, it goes in the hoop.”
Angelina tossed the ball toward the net, and this time, her aim was perfect.
He nodded approvingly. “Nice shot. I played a little in high school.”
“Were you any good?”
“I was a good bench warmer. Does that count?”
She grinned and tossed him the ball. “In that case, I suppose you’re allowed to play with me.”
“That’s my dream come true, you realize.”
Her heart fluttered. Fluttered.
“Just shoot the ball, Casanova.”
Dylan haphazardly threw the ball, and she laughed when it completely missed the rim.
“Wow, you are terrible.”
Dylan glared at her and tossed the ball in her direction. Bouncing it twice, Angelina lobbed it into the air, banking it off the backboard and through the hoop. She caught the rebound and passed it back. Dylan moved to the foul line and took another shot. This time, he missed the entire goal.
“This is embarrassing,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe I just need some motivation.”
Dylan hoisted another awkward shot into the air. “Each time I score, you have to tell me something about yourself that nobody knows. Something I can’t find in my research.”
Angelina smirked. “Since you’ve yet to hit one basket, I think my secrets are pretty safe.”
“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “And if you make your shot, I’ll tell you something nobody knows about me.”
“If, by some miracle, you happen to make a bucket or two, will my secrets be in your article?”
“No, Angelina. These secrets are just for me.”
The way he said her name made her spine tingle, but she shook it off. She had a basketball game to win.