[Kathy]
"Then explain it to me, Wayne."
He set his helmet down on the boards, running a hand through sweat-damp hair, looking for a second like he was trying to figure out how to explain something he'd never had to explain out loud before.
"Okay. Yes. I've asked questions about Blair's team. His schedule, his tendencies, little things here and there."
My stomach dropped even though I'd already braced for it.
"So the rumor's true."
"It's not what you think."
"Then tell me what it actually is, because from where I'm standing, it sounds exactly like what everyone's saying. You've been using me as a source this whole time."
"I haven't been using you for strategy, Kathy. I don't care about his defensive sets or his practice schedule for some game plan."
Wayne climbed over the boards, s
