“And how many games did you win?” Gunner teases.
Sophie grabs the ball from my feet and flings it at Gunner, hitting him dangerously close to the dick. Gunner goes white then points at her. “Hey, no friendly fire. We’re teammates.”
“Maybe I want her on my team,” I say.
Nick narrows his eyes. “Rude.”
“And I want Nick.” Sophie goes to stand next to him. “I know how good you are at sports.”
He gives her a gentle smile then flips us off. We end up kicking the ball around, no team involved until Gunner throws Sophie over his shoulder and tosses her into the ocean. He goes for Nick next, struggling but still managing to toss him in.
Gunner grins at me. “I’m sparing you but can’t make it look like I’m with Sophie.”
I chuckle. “Now I feel loved. Thanks.”
“Always, brother.”