Kaya POV The next day by the time practice ends, the late afternoon sun has dipped low enough to burn yellow across the field. Coach’s voice carries over the hum of the team gathering near the benches. “Listen up,” he says, smacking his clipboard against his palm. “This Saturday, the Lions Foundation Gala, sponsors, media, old players, the works. Black tie. Show up, smile, don’t embarrass the damn team.” Half-laughs ripple across the locker room. Jaden elbows Gideon, grinning like it’s a party already. Tom doesn’t crack a smile his jaw set tight, arms folded across his chest. Flynn listens, face calm, gaze flicking toward me for just a beat too long. I keep my eyes on my clipboard, pretending to review a page of stats I know by heart. Coach mutters, “Yes, even you, Whinley,” tossing Tom a pointed look. “Behave.” Tom’s lip curls, but he doesn’t answer. When the team breaks, players start streaming to the showers, Flynn drifts closer. His shirt clings damp to broad shoulde
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