Climbing out of the truck, I’m about to shut the door when he stops me. “Oh, and Laiken?” “Yeah?” “You’re enough of a distraction at our games,” he tells me. “If you expect us to win, I’d consider not dressing like that again.” My grin widens as I giggle. “Got it. Next time, I’ll wear a trench coat.” His eyes narrow. “With clothes under it?” I shrug. “We’ll see.”
