Chapter 9
“BOO!” Owen yelled into Ryan’s still-sleeping face, making him lurch up from his pillow. Ryan blinked stupidly at his teammate’s face, focusing in on the small gold cross dangling from Owen’s neck.
“Wake up, man. It’s already eight o’clock,” said Owen, shaking Ryan by the shoulder. “You too, Erik—Coach wants us all downstairs. I think they’re gonna re-open the roads.”
“Wha?” Erik’s eyes opened ever so slightly, tired but shiny and gleaming. Erik quickly looked over at Ryan, who was sprawled out on the opposite pillow. Erik’s tousled yellow hair looked wild and dreamy—Ryan shot Erik a knowing glance but kept his face expressionless. Just then, Darian came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a clean white towel.
“Hey, Ryan, buddy. Good morning, man. You and Erik both comfy?”
“Yeah
