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"Listen, legs--we’re almost done And tomorrow, I proing the last bits ofwith arms crossed, a cocky sense of pride worn on his face I definitely like that inthere," coach says, reaching out his hand to shake ton My son works out with Tyson here, and he said you were thinking of colance his way, and he smiles quickly and winks

"Cassidy Owens, nice to meet you," I say, still a little out of breath "And yes, I have been thinking about it"

"I re at ht?"

"Yes, sir"

"Striker You had a er out to punctuate the fact that he’s sold on me I’m actually a little surprised While the rest of ured nobody would remember my name--let alone my stats

"Thank you," I say, not sure what else to add

"Well, I’d sure like to see what you can do, see if you can do any of that…" he says, nodding toward the treadmill I just lit up, "out on the field We have some friendlies, non- out for a workout toame? Inter-squad"

"I’d like that," I answer, and the speed at which I do surprises ht, well, I’ll get Ty the info, he can pass it along We’ll see ya there," he says, giving ht-room doors close behind him, I feel Ty’s hands attoday," he says, his lips close enough to my ear that his breath sends shivers downoff from my sprints

"Yeah, well, my trainer was a little pushy today," I squint at hiht on ht soe from earlier in here with you That’s not fair, and I shouldn’t have done that"

He nuzzles his nose againstback up atthat whatever it is that’s resting behind his eyes is weighing on hi deep breath and our eyes remain locked for several seconds before his lip finally curls into that familiar Preeter smile

"Nah, it’s okay Just so, and I almost believe him