Page 72 of Make Your Play

She slowly turns around, her nose already red and her cheeks pink. “Yeah?”

My phone is already in my hand, a new message opened as I hand it to her. “Send yourself a text from my phone.”

She takes it from me with hesitation, her eyes dropping to the screen as she types in her number and sends my name in a text to herself. She hands it back to me, her gaze colliding with mine as she tilts her head to the side, her lips parting with a question lingering on her tongue, but she doesn’t say anything.

“If you ever find yourself in Aston, let me know,” I tell her, tucking my phone into my pocket.

A gentle smile drifts across her lips. “Okay.”

“Goodnight, Hadley Reed.”

Her eyes shine brightly under the moon, hues of brown and gold swirling together. “Goodnight, Rowan Taylor.”