Then smiled slightly.
Rowan:
I’ll try not to take it personally.
Mason:
Good.
Then:
Mason:
Because I’m not planning on losing.
That sounded like him again.
Focused.
Sharp.
Alive.
And for the first time all day—
so did I.
Fifty
CHAPTER FIFTY
MASON
Coach posted the NYC shortlist on the locker room wall like it was nothing.
Like it wasn’t going to ruin someone’s week.
Or mine.
Guys crowded around it immediately.
Andre shoved past Luca. “If I’m not on this list, I’m transferring.”
“You’re not transferring,” Luca said. “You’re broke.”
“Still transferring.”
I didn’t move at first.
Just stood near my locker, towel draped over my shoulders, staring at the wall like it might rearrange itself if I waited long enough.
Luca noticed.
“Go look,” he said.
“I will.”
“You’re not going to.”
