When I ended my morning practice, Tanner wasn’t higher up in his raised area in the stands. However, once I got out of the locker room, any hope I had to avoid the Duke brothers crashed and burned. Jackson leaned against the wall outside. Pushing off it, he sauntered over - his bag slung over his shoulders and his hands in his pockets.
“Where’s your brother?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Probably in the car calling your captain’s girlfriend.”
“I kind of hoped my friends were wrong.”
Again, another shrug. “Honestly, odds are any rumor about Tanner that would get his butt kicked by ninety percent of the people is true. I mean, he’s been waking me up ridiculously early.” When I cocked a brow, he rolled his eyes. “Two hours ear...
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