“Well, you might,” Robbie says with a shrug. “If Coach finds out.”
I throw my head back on a laugh. “I’ll have you know Coach Draper loves me. In fact, I’m his favorite.”
Robbie stares at me long and hard before breaking out into a fit of laughter, which is so unlike him it causes almost everyone in the lounge area to turn and look.
“It’s true,” I snap back. “Hannah told me.”
Robbie shakes his head with a chuckle, peeling back the plastic film on the meal.
“Mygirlfriendwouldn’t lie…”
Snapping his head up, Robbie’s eyes are huge as he gawks at me, his face stark. “Your what?”
I flash him a cocky smirk, but I say nothing.
“Ho-ly shit!”
Again, everyone in the lounge area turns at the sound of Robbie’s outburst. And, of course, Dallas being the world’s nosiest asshole, hefts himself up from one of the sofas and struts into the kitchen, looking from me to Robbie and back again, arms folded across his chest as he waits.
“What’s going on?”
I turn to see Logan walking up to us, freshly showered and shirtless, his shoulder strapped with black kinetic tape. He picks an apple from the platter of fruit and vegetables that sits on the island and chomps into it.
“Well, since you’re all here,” I say, looking between all three of them. “As of yesterday, Hannah and I are officially girlfriend and boyfriend.” I wince at my own words as they leave my mouth. What am I? Twelve?
Robbie flashes Dallas a grin right as our starting goalie throws his head back on a loud laugh.
Logan at least has the decency to act cool about it, chewing his bite of apple. He shrugs a shoulder and nods once. “I know. Mils messaged me earlier to tell me.”
“Of course.” I snicker, trying not to get too ahead of myself at the thought of Hannah talking to Millie about us this morning. I like that. That she was talking about us. It makes everything feel more real, if that’s possible.
“Wait.” Dallas snaps his mouth shut, slapping me on my shoulder. “You’re serious?”
I deadpan.
“Holy shit!” he hisses.
“That’s what I said.” Robbie sniffs a laugh.
“Does Coach know?” Dallas presses.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can get my words out,we’re interrupted by a familiar gruff voice. “Does Coach know what?”
My spine stiffens.Fuckkkkk…
Robbie bites back his smile, turning to focus on his food.
Dallas takes a few steps backwards, hands held up in surrender.
Logan disappears somewhere, I don’t even know.
I turn to see Coach Draper standing right there, making himself a cup of coffee. And it’s just my luck, because in the years I’ve been playing here at the Thunder, I’ve never even once seen the guy down here in the kitchen.
“Oh.” I swallow hard. “Um… h-hey Coach.”
Behind me, I hear Dallas snort, and I close my eyes, taking a mental note to punch him in his dick later when I get a chance. Clearing my throat, I stand a little taller, squaring my shoulders.
“What is it, Slater?” Coach turns to me, arching a brow as he takes a sip out of his mug.
