Page 90 of The Best Shot

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it.

Buzzed again.

I moved my queen.

Harry leaned in, eyebrows drawn together beneath his old wool cap. He moved his knight.

“Checkmate.”

Motherf—

I sighed, tipped my king over in surrender and pulled my phone out.

Yasmine: Busy?

Me: Lil bit. What’s up?

Yasmine: Nothing.

Yasmine: Just checking in.

Me: You don’t “just check in.”

Yasmine: I do sometimes.

Me: Not really.

Yasmine: …

Yasmine: Can I call you?

“Again?” Harry asked.

I pushed back from the table. “Not this time. I gotta run.”

Harry leaned back. “Problems?”

“No.”

His attention dropped to the phone in my hand, then came back to me.

“Girl?”

“Woman.”

He snorted. “That so.”

I slipped the phone back in my pocket. “Her name’s Yasmine.”

“Serious?”

I didn’t have an answer ready.

Harry smiled, sun catching on his cedar skin, the lines around his eyes deepening. He waved a hand at the board. “Go on then. Don’t keep her waiting.”

I started toward the path, then stopped. “Same time Saturday?”

He didn’t look up, already resetting his board, his hands quick and practiced. “Mm.”