As we practiced, Coach Donovan’s whistle cut through the air one last time before he waved us over, sweat running down his temples as he did so.
“Good hustle today,” he said, eyes scanning us. “Even you, Ryans. Guess that early exit yesterday didn’t ruin your stamina.”
I rolled my eyes in response.
Yeah, because sprinting halfway across campus to see a girl is apparently a cardio session now.
Before I could even grab my water bottle, Ethan’s grin slid into my line of vision. He was relaxing himself on Liam’s shoulder while he scowled at me.
“So,” he started, stretching the word like he was about to ask me how I feel about global politics. “How was your… urgent business yesterday?”
I rolled my eyes again and took a swig from my bottle. “None of your business.”
I meant that even th
