“Yeah. She’s Coach Ryder’s daughter.” “Interesting.” I scowl at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He huffs out a laugh and leans back in his chair. “Coop, you like her.” “I do,” I say defensively as I stab a French fry with my fork. “She’s a cool person.” “Come on, don’t bullshit me. You like this girl.” “Not like that. We’re friends.” “Do friends look at each other like that?” My scowl deepens. “Yes.” “Uh-huh.” “I’m helping her out with something.” “Something that happens to involve sleeping together?” “It’s just sex.”
