Rickea Jackson wasn't expecting anything but buckets and bruises when she hit the court against the Atlanta Dream. But one hard foul and a hand on the waist later, she finds herself in Rhyne Howard's space-and maybe in her head too. Different teams. Opposite coasts. But somehow, the flirty DMs, late-night FaceTimes, and lingering looks during games got them both playing something way deeper than basketball. It's all fun... until someone catches feelings.