“What are you doing here, Edwards?” Coach growls. “If Davenport’s in jail again, tell him he’s spending the night. I’m not bailing him out agai—” He halts when he catches sight of Taylor. The blonde raises an eyebrow at her daughter. “Hey, Mom. This is Conor. Conor, this is my mom. Doctor Iris Marsh.” “Nice to meet you, Doctor Mom—I mean Doctor Marsh. Fuck.” “Language!” Brenna chides me, and it takes all my willpower not to flip up my middle finger.
