John's POV
"Fine," John answered her. "But I'll remind you that I'm wearing significantly more clothes than you are."
"And I'm braver than you are," Rhiannon retorted.
"Okay, we'll see about that," John taunted. "When did you first realize you were attracted to me?"
Rhiannon bit her lip. She stood and started to reach for the zipper on the back of her dress, but she stopped herself.
"The volleyball tournament," she snapped. She placed a hand defiantly on her hip, daring him to say something.
"I haven't done that dumb charity tournament in almost ten years." John scrubbed a hand across his chin.
"Seven years."
"What?" John asked.
"Seven years, that's the last time you played in the volleyball tournament. Paula made us all go to support you, Dad and Rich got drunk off their a**es and I sat with Paula to watch you play. You ripped your shirt and had to play without one."
"Paula?" He couldn't remember that one.