JAX'S POV
The next morning Coach called me into his office before practice even started. He looked pissed, arms crossed over his chest. “Kingston, you bailed early yesterday. What the hell was that?”
I stood there, jaw tight. “Personal thing. Won’t happen again.”
“Personal thing? You’re our starter. We got games coming. Can’t have you disappearing on us.” He leaned forward. “Mila’s supposed to be keeping your ass in line. She know about this?”
Before I could answer, the door opened and Mila stepped in, breathing a little fast like she’d rushed over. “Coach, it was my fault. I asked Jax to check on something for a sponsor follow-up. Should’ve cleared it first.”
Coach raised an eyebrow, looking between us. I jumped in quick. “Nah, she’s covering for me. It was on me. Had to handle some
