Tension crackles between us as we lock eyes. I can take a guess at what he’s thinking after what he saw happen between me and Hannah, but he doesn’t let any of it slip. He’s wearing a perfect poker face as he steps over to my bedside.

“The doctor said it’s just a mild concussion. You’re lucky,” he says, all business.

I nod, swallowing. “Yeah. It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“I’m glad for both our sakes it wasn’t,” Dunaway says, his steely eyes still boring into mine. An uncomfortable, charged silence falls between us for several moments, until he finally blows out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

I hesitate, unsure what or how much to say. The last thing I want to do is cause any trouble for Hannah, although I’m sure she’s already gotten an earful from him too after he saw us holding hands. Then again, the secret is already out, so there’s not much point in shying away from it now.

But it’s not my call to make. It’s Hannah’s.

She asked me to keep this between us, and while we both failed at that, I want her to be in the driver’s seat for any conversations with Dunaway about what’s going on between us.

Wincing, I push myself up into a sitting position in the bed to be more at eye level with him, ignoring the protests of my body.

“With all due respect, sir, I think that’s up to Hannah.”

Dunaway clenches his jaw so hard that I can see the muscles in his cheeks pop, running a hand over his smooth bald head in an irritated gesture I’ve seen him do during practice more than once. He’s obviously pissed, tension radiating from his body.

I’m sure he doesn’t like my answer at all, and that he probably thinks I owe him the truth after everything he’s done for me—and maybe I do owe him for that, but it’s still not going to come from my mouth. If Hannah wants to come clean to him, I won’t stop her, but I’m not going to make the choice for her.

She already has too many people in her life doing just that.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, you know that?” Dunaway bites out, glaring at me. “I have half a mind to bench you for the rest of the season for this.”

I shake my head despite the pain. I’m losing energy fast, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep talking, but I’m not backing down until he accepts it. He can threaten me all he wants, but I’m not going to roll over on this.