“Sure is, Coach. You know Cam, always thinking about the game and totally forgot his phone.” She tosses Cam a flirty wink, but his face looks like it was forged in stone. Still, I know he has a soft spot for my girlfriend, having known her almost as long as we’ve known each other.

That’s the thing about this town. We’ve all grown up together. Sure, there have been a couple of kids who’ve moved away and a couple who’ve joined us, but for the most part, we’re all lifers. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone’s parents went to school together. Some of our grandparents even. It’s pretty great.

Coach grunts something inaudible and then shoos her away before instructing us to get our asses moving. I bump my shoulder into Camden playfully. “Thanks, man.”

He tugs his t-shirt over his head and still looks annoyed with me. “You keep doing shit like that and Coach will bench you to prove a point. Why are you always being so damn reckless?”

That has my hackles rising because I didn’t do it this time. And sure, I get myself into trouble—like streaking through downtown on a dare and okay, maybe having a little bit too much whiskey and jumping into the deep part of the lake. Both times, Camden was there. Forced me to put my clothes on just before the cops arrived the first time, and the second time, he jumped into the cool March water and fished my ass out of the lake. But still . . . I’m not always reckless. “Hey, I didn’t ask her to come in here. She just did,” I say defensively before peeling off my own shirt and jeans.

“She just got down on her knees for you in the locker-room right before a game? Moments before we all came in here? What if Coach had walked in first?” He still sounds really fucking annoyed. I don’t know what his problem is. As far as I know, he likes Kennedy. Hell, some days I think he likes her more than I do.

“Hell yeah, she did. That’s a good girlfriend,” Dixon quips, but it only annoys me because Camden is irritated. I hate when he’s irritated with me.

“I didn’t ask her to. I told her to get up before Coach came in. I know I could have gotten into trouble, but what would you have me do?”

I’m annoyed with him right back and see that damn wrinkle in his forehead when he scowls at me. “Just be careful.”

“I was trying.” I yank on my uniform pants, irrationally pissed off at Kennedy for getting me in trouble with Camden.

He pulls on his uniform and then turns to face me, scowl firmly in place, but maybe a little less irritated than a moment ago. “Okay. Head in the game.”