Page 323 of Playing Dirty


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Second play, assist.

Third, defensive stop.

I felt it immediately.

Flow.

Real flow.

Luca noticed too.

“There he is,” he muttered as we ran back.

I didn’t respond.

Didn’t need to.

Coach watched from the sideline longer than usual.

I could feel his attention tracking every movement now.

Not disappointment.

Evaluation.

That was better.

And worse.

My phone buzzed in my bag during a break.

I ignored it.

Then again.

Ignored.

Then again.

I finally checked after practice ended.

Rowan.

Rowan:

I got it.

I stared at the message longer than I should’ve.

Then:

Mason:

NYC?

Rowan:

Yes.