Winter's POV
The clink of porcelain teacups and low but steady chatter filled the café as I waited for Coach James to arrive.
My fingers drummed against the table, my mind racing with possibilities. Why had he asked for this meeting and why did it feel like I was about to step into a situation I wasn't prepared for?
I had barely been able to make it through today's session with Damon. Putting on this professional façade can be very tiring, but I have to, for everyone's sake.
I glanced at the door just as it swung open and there he was, Coach James Wilkes. He was taller than I’d expected, his presence striking but not overbearing. His broad shoulders filled out a tailored blazer, and his blue eyes locked onto mine as if he were evaluating me before even taking a step.
“Dr. Berkeley,”
