I turn.
Kane’s standing by the field house doors.
Watching.
Our eyes lock.
There’s no confusion in his expression.
He knows exactly what he saw.
I hold his gaze for a beat.
Then I check the time.
Shit.
When I walk into the weight room, Seth looks up mid-rep.
“No way.”
Jaydon starts laughing immediately. “You stood us up.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did,” Barnes digs. “We saw you through the glass. Bleacher Boy.”
Seth points at me. “Volleyball girl? Track? Who are we losing lifts to?”
“None of your business,” I grin, grabbing a plate.
Kane racks his weight harder than necessary.
Metal clangs.
The room goes a little quieter than it was a second ago.
Eli grins, oblivious. “Our new guy flew across the country and is already skipping lifts for bleachers.”
“I didn’t skip,” I say evenly. “I cross-trained.”
Groans.
Noah shakes his head. “If Coach asks, we’re telling him you chose stairs over chest day.”
“Say a word,” I warn.
Kane finally looks at me directly.
“You making a play on her?” he asks.
It’s subtle.
But it’s not.
Noah blinks between us. “Oh.”
I meet Kane’s eyes.
