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natural athlete, except sports that lift you off the ground. Who knew?”
    â€œHow’s Cassie?”
    At that, Trey’s eyes lit up. He’d never actually seen another man’s eyes light, but that’s exactly what happened with Trey’s. “She’s awesome. The time away was good . . . you know, until . . .” Trey gestured to his leg, then looked at his left hand, as if still getting accustomed to the plain platinum band he wore on his finger. “Still takes me a second to remember she’s mine forever. Crazy.”
    Crazy
was one word for it. Josh had nothing against the sanctity of marriage, even assumed he’d get around to it one day soon-ish. Or maybe not so soon-ish. But there was no woman he could imagine putting up with day after day. Even his teammates wore on him after a while during the season. It was good to have the break.
    â€œYou head home for off season?” Trey asked conversationally. “Wait, no, you live here year-round.”
    â€œYup. Born and raised. The rest of you are the outsiders.” Josh grinned at Trey. “But yeah, I’ve been spending some time with my mom.” And would be making a more conscious effort to pop in to see Herb and Maeve, too, when he could remember.
    How long would Carri be there? Maybe he should double check her schedule first before doing any popping in. Their bickering wouldn’t be good for Herb’s mental state and recovery. And for whatever reason, they just couldn’t seem to stop picking at each other. It was as if they got around each other and emotionally reverted two decades.
    Except when he’d seen her, for a moment, his brain hadn’t seen the annoying neighbor kid who had been a thorn in his side for most of childhood and had seen a woman, delicate in her grief, beautiful in her quiet way.
    That . . . had to stop. Because Carri was the type of person to take even the hint of weakness and twist it to her advantage.
    â€œGentlemen.” Coach Barnes strode in, looking pissed at the world. “We’ve got ourselves quite the clusterfuck here.”
    Trey looked mildly entertained at the coach’s gruff demeanor. Josh wasn’t as easily amused. The guy was a real ballbuster, but Trey had borne the brunt of the weight last year. Josh had mostly followed along behind him, picking up plays and being on standby. Not that Trey had even needed him. Josh had played fewer than twenty minutes the entire season last year . . . and that was mostly fine with him.
    Coach Barnes let his file folder slap down flat on the table, then shoved himself into a chair and began shifting through the papers silently. Josh glanced at Trey. Were they supposed to speak? Was this how the meetings always went? Josh hadn’t been invited to these one on ones before. Was this going to be something he had to look forward to for the new season?
    Get well soon, Trey, for the love of God.
    â€œTrey, you’re to follow every single mandate from your trainers, your doctors, your massage therapist, and your bloody psychic. If someone has an ounce of credibility in getting you back to one hundred percent, you follow their lead. Got it?” Barnes didn’t even look up, though Trey nodded and shrugged. “Leeman, you . . . Christ.” He shook his head as if not even sure where to begin.
    Yeah, they were both thinking the same thing.
    â€œWe need to start getting you out there. You’re our new face. The team needs to see you as a confident leader going into training camp.”
    â€œAnd I do that . . . how?” Josh asked, honestly curious.
    â€œYou’ll need to be seen more. You’ve taken a backseat before, doing the minimum amount of charity required by the team. You’ll have to double it. Take on his lion’s share,” Coach added, using his pen to gesture at Trey. “He’s going to be laying low. We don’t