VIOLET
“Are you sure?” Willow is skeptical.
I don’t blame her. I’m asking her to leave me at the stadium, downstairs on the lower level where the team locker rooms are. She walked down with me and a few other girls, and most of the guys have come out. As she watches me, Knox and Miles leave the locker room and stride toward us.
Since this is our home stadium, there’s no bus waiting to take them home. They’re done and free to go.
“You waiting for us?” Knox asks. His gaze is on Willow.
“Maybe,” she replies. “Anyone left in there?”
He glances over his shoulder. “Just Greyson and Steele.”
“I’m fine,” I repeat.
Knox grins at Willow and offers his arm. “Violet seems good here. Let me buy you a drink? Then maybe we can find somewhere to chat…”
My phone buzzes again.
Greyson
Come in.
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