I walk into the Summit the next day with my completed player profile in hand. Did I fill it out because I was afraid of what Parker might do if I didn’t? No. Did I do it just to have an excuse to stop by Parker’s office after practice? I dare anyone to try and prove it. “Knock, knock, Boss.” Parker glances up from her computer, sees me, and drops her phone. I try not to smile as she disappears under her desk. When her head pops back up, she looks flustered, but tries to hide it behind a smile. “Barnes,” she says, eyeing the paper in my hand while toying with a ring on her thumb. “Do you have
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