Caleb's pov

I should have said no.

That was the first thought that crossed my mind the moment I stepped off the field, sweat still clinging to my skin, my chest rising and falling from the last drill.

Any smart man would have said no.

But I’d never really been that smart when it came to Elena.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

“Office. Now.”

Rebecca's text came through as I was walking off the field, still sweaty from our friendly practice.

With the international tournament over, we had ...