Caleb’s pov

I let Leanne pull me across the terrace, trying not to laugh as she kept talking without giving me enough time to respond to anything.

By the time we reached the group, I was already regretting agreeing to come.

“Everyone, this is Caleb.”

A few of the girls smiled.

One of them immediately said something about football, and within seconds, they were asking questions about my team, the season, and how long I had been playing professionally.

Leanne looked far too pleased ...