Niamh tossed her hair and simpered in a very un-Niamh-like way. I was used to the Niamh that mostly looked pleasant, and a little vacant. This was Niamh on a mission. A mission involving a hot guy. “It kind of sounds like that fasting diet you see all over i********:. Doesn’t it mess with practice, though?”
“Nah,” the guy said.
“Yes,” Matt spoke over him. “He was useless the whole week after the famine last year.”
That earned him a hard glare from Niamh’s Prince Charming. The message was clear: you are actively c**k-blocking me, and have precisely one second to stop that. “It’s for charity, man.”
“Yeah, well, if you could help the poor when we don’t have a game against Williamstown, that’d be sweet.”
Will stayed quiet, watching the exchange. He kept glancing up at me, like a pigeon th
