Howard chuckled. “Tino can hold his own. He has…special skills.”

Skills? What kind of skills could a boy have to help him compete with guys over twice his size? And who was the mystery man who’d made her forget space and time?

“Come on. I’ll take you to Shanna.” Howard headed down the hall to a set of double doors.

Caitlyn followed slowly, peering out the window to make sure her nephew wasn’t being trampled. The gorgeous mystery man was playing defense now, guarding the big redheaded guy who had possession of the ball.

Constantine was still stationed underneath the goal. The redheaded guy tossed the ball to him, and he caught it. The other players ran toward him, and Caitlyn slowed to a stop, worried for his safety.

He jumped.

Howard grabbed her arm. “Come on, let’s go.”

Her jaw dropped as Constantine’s jump went higher and higher. “What the…?”

“Come on.” Howard tugged, managing to make her stumble a few steps. “Shanna wants to see you.”

Caitlyn’s heart raced. Her nephew was now as high as the goal, and he easily dropped the ball through the hoop. His team cheered as he landed on the cement.

She gave Howard an incredulous look. “Did you see that? He just jumped ten feet in the air!”

“Well, yeah. I told you he has some special skills.”

“Like what? Flying?” She glanced out the window again. The guys were playing in a normal manner now, as if nothing strange had just happened.

A chill tickled the back of her neck. This was too weird. “Is this related to the reason my dad told me never to come here?”

Howard winced. “Please don’t tell your father what you saw. He might reject Tino, and it would break the little guy’s heart. Tino’s a great kid—”

“Who can fly?”

Howard frowned as he opened the door. “It’s not my place to say. Shanna will explain it to you.”