My nerves are shot to hell.

I jump up again, screaming Sam’s name and cheering with the rest of the crowd. The men stand around the court for a minute, joking and clapping each other on the back. One of the blonde Sweet Butts runs up to Sam, who walks away from her without a second glance. He hurries toward me with a broad smile.

When he reaches me, he leans down, grabs my face in both hands, and claims my lips in a long, deep kiss. His mouth tastes of blood and sweat. I close my eyes and drink him in. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, still holding his shirt in one hand, and pull him closer.

Sam kisses me like no one is watching, holding me so close that I can feel his heart thumping rapidly through my shirt. I’m completely caught up in the moment and never want it to end. I sink my fingers into his damp hair and cling onto him for dear life. Finally he breaks the kiss and wipes the corner of my lips with his thumb.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says.

I look up into his blue eyes and something clicks for both of us.

I feel it and I know he does, too.

Game over.

“Get a room, people,” Kendra says from behind me. “For heaven’s sake, think of the little children. You’re burning their eyes.”

Sam drapes an arm around my shoulders and pulls me against his side. “You’re just jealous because you’re an old married woman now,” he teases.

“You obviously don’t talk to Flint if you believe that,” Kendra says. “There are things that go on behind closed doors at our house that would simply blow your mind.”

“Oh really,” Sam says. “I’m all ears. Tell me more.”

“No way,” Kendra says. “It’s private, and don’t you go asking Flint about it either.”

“What are you keeping private?” Flint asks. He walks over and leans down to pick up Josh. “Hey little buddy.” Josh babbles baby talk and reaches a hand up to pat Flint’s face.

“I’ll tell you later,” Kendra says when Flint ruffles her hair. “And don’t you go putting your sweaty hands in my hair.”

Flint laughs, but doesn’t move his hand. “Where do you want them then?”

Kendra shakes her head. “Men.”

Trish tries to fold up her lounge chair with one hand before Sam takes it from her. “Like I said, I’ll ask you again in a week, Lila,” she says, winking at me behind Sam’s back.

“Ask you what?” Sam asks when she walks away.

“Nothing,” I answer, handing him my water bottle. “Drink this before you fall over from dehydration. And we should go inside so I can put some antiseptic on your scrapes and clean up your busted lip.”