Chapter Twenty-One
Izzie nudged Cecilia and leaned over. "Hey, does Trace look okay to you?"
Cecilia swiveled, looking over toward the barn where the guys put on their gear prior to practice. She c****d her head, studying him. He didn't look any different to her. Maybe a tightness in his jaw? "Probably just jitters. He mentioned he's a little nervous to make his public debut tomorrow."
"Hmm. Okay," Izzie said with a frown. "No, not okay. Oh no," she gasped, burying her face in her hands. "Look."
Directly in front of them stood Tony Cruz, giving her the thumbs up. Cecilia looked back at Izzie. "I don't understand."
A string of profanity flew out of Izzie's mouth. "Tony gave Trace the talk. Robbie put him up to it, I'm sure of it."
"What do you mean, the talk? I don't follow."
"The 'I
