CHAPTER 54

ADRIANNA’S POV

“He’s like a son,” Coach Steele said, regaining his composure in the blink of an eye as he lifted his gaze back to me. “I don’t mind giving him the world if I had it…”

“Don’t you think you’ve said enough, old geezer?” Eric cut in, his voice tinged with forced nonchalance as he handed him the glass of water. His expression gave him away—awkwardly defensive, like he was more worried about cringeworthy feelings or more details that I needed to ...