Jade’s grin falters, just a little. “Slo?—”
“Ask something else,” I say, voice tight.
Blakely’s voice is calm but firm. “Jade.”
Jade hesitates, suddenly aware she stepped on something sharp.
Logan’s voice cuts in, low and steady. “I’ll take it.”
I turn my head fast. “No.”
Logan’s gaze holds mine. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not,” I hiss.
Jade looks between us, eyes wide. “Okay, um?—”
Logan leans forward slightly, bracing his forearms on his thighs. His voice is casual, but his eyes aren’t.
“Truth,” he says, looking at Jade. “Ask me something else.”
Jade swallows, nodding quickly. “Okay. Uh…okay. Truth. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?”
Logan exhales like he’s grateful for the pivot.
Then he says, deadpan, “I just wore an ‘I love the point guard’ shirt in public.”
Jade screams with laughter.
Blakely actually smiles.
I cover my face with my hands, mortified, and the laugh that slips out of me is small but real.
Logan’s eyes flick to mine over my fingers.
And for a second, something in his gaze says,Good. Breathe.
Jade wipes tears. “Okay, okay. My turn.”
She spins again, bottle landing on Jade herself.
She throws her hands up. “Dare.”
Blakely’s eyes gleam. “Finally.”
Jade squints. “Oh no.”
Blakely’s voice is calm. Dangerous. “Text Coach and tell him you love his defensive drills so much that you think we need more of them.”
Jade looks like she might pass away. “Absolutely not.”
Blakely lifts a brow. “Dare.”
Jade groans, grabs her phone, and types dramatically.
Jade: Coach, just wanted to say I LOVE your defensive drills. I really think we should do more of them.
She hits send and drops the phone like it’s going to go up in flames.
