Coach’s back faced us, obscuring most of her body. After a minute or so, he shifted, revealing long blond hair, hazel eyes, and a heart-shaped face. My jaw dropped. Beside me, Vincent went rigid, his breath expelling in a similar rush of shock. Because it turned out we had seen Coach’s daughter before. Not only that, we’d drank and partied with her. We turned to each other, our expressions identical masks of disbelief while Coach continued to talk to Brooklyn.
