**JAX POV**
The locker room is loud after practice. Guys stripping off gear, throwing towels, laughing at nothing in particular. The usual chaos that I usually move through without thinking.
Today I can't focus on any of it.
Because Mila is standing in the doorway.
She's holding her notebook and that iced coffee she carries everywhere, her powder blue blouse slightly wrinkled from the stands. Her dark curls are escaping her ponytail, and the cold walk back inside has put color in her cheeks.
Knox spots her before I can get there.
"Hey, babysitter!" He's shirtless, sweat still on his chest, grinning like he's won something. "Come to take notes on our magnificent bodies?"
"Knox." It comes out harder than I intended.
"What? I'm being friendly—"
"You're being an idiot." I push off fro
