CHAPTER TWELVEHarrison
Harrison unhurriedly entered the locker room, whistling and humming. Last night he’d had a great game, and then an even better time with Talia. His spirits were high, and he was early for practice, like always. Only a few guys were in the locker room getting into their gear.
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and it was not a friendly tap. It was followed by an angry growl. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” It was Tyler.
Harrison didn’t know exactly what his captain was referring to, but he had a good guess. Too many folks had been snapping pictures last night with their cell phones. He would have been naïve to think that not one of them was going to post on social media, and he forgot to do any investigation once they left the bar. He’d been sidetracked
