EPILOGUE

Richard came jogging over to Maya after the game, a triumphant grin on his face as he swooped her into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty, get off me.” She pushed at his chest and his grin widened.

“To the victor goes the spoils,” he proclaimed, wrapping his arms even tighter around her when she tried to wriggle away. “You’re my spoils.”

“God, you’re insufferable when you win. I don’t know how the other guys can stand you.”

“We can’t,” James called from close by. He took a thirsty drink from the water bottle Rafi had handed to him.

“I personally only come here for the braai,” Ryan added, already making his way to the grill.

“Well since you can’t play, it’s probably time better spent,” James retorted, clearly still annoyed with his teammate for missing a last-minute penalty that would have…