I sigh. “Remember when Garrett Graham hated me for being late to practice? Well, now he’s got an even bigger reason. Dude can’t stand me.” “I’m sure you’re exaggerating.” “Trust me, I’m not.” I notice him eyeing me over the rim of his mug. “What?” “You look happy,” Owen says. “Can’t believe I’m fucking saying that. But you do.” “Hell’s frozen over, right?”
