The basketball gym had long since emptied. The echoes of the last players' shouts had faded into the high rafters, and the overhead lights had dimmed to a soft, almost intimate glow. Casey stood at the three-point line, casually spinning the ball on her index finger. Her long red hair, slightly damp from practice, fell past her shoulders; her green eyes sparkled with challenge. Tall, with a long neck and a flexible back,...