Declan's POV:
Coach stepped right in front of me, his broad frame blocking the way before my fingers could even brush the business card. His jaw was set in that familiar, no-nonsense line.
“I thought we agreed there wouldn’t be any contact until after the full medical report comes in,” he said, his voice low and firm.
The tallest man in the group offered a smooth, practiced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re not here to pressure anyone, Coach Blackwell. That’s the last thing we want.”
“Then why exactly are you here right now?” Coach shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Because rumors travel faster than paperwork ever could,” the man replied calmly.
My stomach sank like a stone dropped into deep water. Rumors. I didn’t even have to ask what kind. The weight of it
