Page 260 of Playing Dirty
“I’m blocking you.”
“You touched his face, didn’t you?”
I froze.
That traitor immediately pointed at me. “OH MY GOD.”
“It was his jacket collar.”
“Which somehow sounds more intimate.”
Honestly?
Fair.
MASON
Practice sucked.
Not physically.
Mentally.
Coach blew the whistle hard halfway through drills. “Reed.”
I looked up.
“You planning on joining us today?”
“I’m here.”
“No, your body’s here. Your head’s somewhere else.”
A few guys glanced over immediately.
Damn it.
“I’m good,” I said.
Coach stared at me for another second. “Again.”
We reset the play.
I missed the rotation.
Again.
Coach blew the whistle so hard the entire gym went quiet.
“Locker room. Now.”
Fantastic.
The second the doors shut behind us, Coach folded his arms.
“You wanna tell me what the hell’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
