Page 66 of On His Team

I take the card. “Then what?”

“Then I tell you everything you got wrong.”

I grin. “Perfect.”

“That reaction is concerning.”

“I like fixing things.”

“Good major, then.”

I put the card into the front pocket of my laptop bag before I can lose it. “Thank you so much. I appreciate your time.”

“Sure.”

Rowan gets up.

We’re halfway to the stairs when I look over at him.

“You didn’t say anything.”

He glances down. “In there?”

“Yes.”

He’s confused. “You were talking.”

I shoot back, “That has never stopped a man before.”

He smiles.

I push the stairwell door open ahead of him. “You knew the answers.”

“Some of them.”

I slow down one step.

Rowan keeps going, then looks back when he realizes I’m behind him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His eyebrows lift.

I catch up. “You watched me struggle through the entire ‘who owns it’ thing.”

“You got there.”

“I was fumbling like a fool.”

“It still counts.”

I roll my eyes. “That is such a coach answer.”

“I’m not a coach.”

“You could be. You already have the deeply irritating calm thing down.”