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I bypassed all the nice shit he’d just said and hyper focused on one word. My.
I knocked his arm away. “She’s not your anything.”
“Better watch how you talk about Kruger’s future missus,” Rush mused from the other side of Landry.
“Bros! I’m in charge of the bachelor party!” Win announced.
Coach’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re engaged?”
“Sorry, Coach, no adults at the bachelor party,” Jamie told him.
“Well, that explains why you’d be allowed in,” Coach fired back.
“Want me to call the doctor, Jamie? Treat that burn,” Max heckled.
Jamie glanced at Wes. “You really could do better, bro.”
“Kruger.” Coach summoned me. “I’m waiting for an explanation.”
“Uh, yeah, we’re engaged.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “That seems awfully fast considering you weren’t even dating.”
“How do you know?” I argued.
“Because you all flap your lips like tween girls at a slumber party in the locker room on the daily. Gives me a damn headache. I know more about any of you than I care to admit.”
Lars leaned around Rush to ask Landry, “Did you used to have slumber parties at Coach’s house when you were a kid?”
Landry giggled. “I did one time.”
“And I still have nightmares,” Coach muttered.
I sighed. “I kinda lied to the staff so they’d let me see her.”
“You did what?” he demanded, voice rising an octave.
“Shh!” I insisted, glancing around, afraid someone would hear. “I had to,” I said low. “You know how they are here. I couldn’t just let her lie there by herself.”
He continued to stare at me like I was somehow see-through. It made me squirm in my jeans.
“Fine. But you tell her what you did.”
I nodded. “I will.”
“Keep me updated on her condition. You can take a few days off from practice, but after that, I expect you back in the pool.”
I nodded, not verbally agreeing. The truth was I wouldn’t be back at practice until I was sure Jess was okay.
“Hey, Coach, can I borrow your whistle?” I asked, eyeing the silver thing around his neck. “These doctors need some discipline,” I told him, reaching for it.
He slapped my hand away. “Touch my whistle again and you’re gonna need a bed in this sick ward.”
“Thanks for coming by, Coach. I feel the love,” I mocked, turning away.
“Hey.” His voice was gruff, and I glanced over my shoulder. “I’m here for you. All of you. If you need anything, just ask.”
“I just asked for your whistle.”
