Page 30 of Sportsball is for Lovers

It’s only when it’s over that I remember how fucking alone I am.

Of course, my mind automatically turns to the last woman I hooked up with—the woman across the ballroom.

“I’m here to support my brother,” I tell Katja, which isn’t a lie.

She grins, shaking her head. “You single, though?”

Cautiously, I nod.

“Want to grab a drink later?”

A lump gets caught in my throat. “Um…”

My eyes drift over to Sadie—Sylvie. She has an unexpected break in readers and she’s watching me, a frown marring her gorgeous face.

Katja turns to follow my gaze. “I get it. No hard feelings.”

“What do you mean?”

She scoffs. “Fuck, if I had a girl like Sylvie Hirsch in my bed, I wouldn’t look elsewhere, either.”

“We’re not—I don’t⁠—”

“Uh huh. Sure.” She hands me the book. “So you two haven’t…?”

Pressing my lips together, I fix her with a hard look. “I don’t know you.” Who does she think she is to be privy to the details of my sex life? Of Sadie’s?

To my surprise, Katja grins again. “That could change.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

She shrugs, handing me a card with her books printed on them. “If you change your mind.”

My mind is already made up. Still, to avoid further confrontation, I take the postcard, tucking it inside the book and mentally moving on.