Chapter Twenty-Five
Tristan
I scrubbed a towel over my face and chest as I walked from the showers toward my locker. We’d won tonight, but it had been a bruising win. My knee was holding up fine, and I’d scored one of our team’s two goals for the night. The locker room was humming with the chatter of the team and staff. I ignored everyone and dressed quickly. I had one thought in mind—Daisy and how soon I could get to her.
I’d seen her briefly right after the game, and she’d seemed out of sorts. On the surface, she’d been normal—friendly and teasing. Yet, I’d sensed a guarded quality to her. I didn’t like it.
Not much later, we walked out into the night. I’d driven here for the express purpose of driving Daisy home. I’d known she’d caught a ride here with Harper and Olivia, and I fully
