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Phil turned to him.“Breezy, my man.Chill.I’m not going anywhere.I applied to be the new defensive coach, and I got it.”
“Oh, thank God,” Breezy said, rounding the grill to envelop Phil in a massive hug.“The team wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“It won’t be the same with me coaching, either,” Phil pointed out.“Get ready for thatAon your chest, kid.It’s coming.”
Breezy went so pale Phil thought he might pass out.“No,” he said.“You can’t give it to me—I don’t deserve it.Give it to Luca instead.”
Then, with Phil, Ben, Tom, and half the remaining party staring at him in shock, Breezy turned tail and left, bumping into no less than three tables on his way out.
“I should follow him,” Phil said, eyeing the grill with worry.If he left it alone now, Tom would let everything turn to charcoal, or Hayes would serve it all bloody.
“Let me,” Luca said, a determined slant to his face, his lips a thin line.“And do not give me anAunder any circumstances.”
Phil studied him.“All right,” he said.
So much for an easy start to his coaching career.
