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The first time she bumped him, it was an accident

Wes was guarding her tight and Posy wanted to move him off the ball, but her elbow connected with his stomach. Ashamed that she’d let her frustration toward her mom bleed onto her game, she immediately paused to apologize.

He stole the basketball from her and put it in the hoop, obliterating her small lead. He hadn’t even noticed that she hit him, despite the fact that her elbow stung from the contact.

Posy almost called time out. She’d been apologizing for being too big, too rough, too much her whole life. Over and over she’d gotten the message that she was too competitive. People got angry when she didn’t keep herself in check.

Wes pumped his fist and pointed at her. “You done?”

No. No, she was most definitely not done. She was just getting started.