“What was that?” Bennett asks, the corner of his lips tilting up. “What was what?” I ask. “Uh, that little exchange with Coach Rowley.” “What little exchange?” I ask, the skin at the nape of my neck tingling. “You guys touched hands, then looked at each other like something’s going on there.” “What? Nothing’s going on,” I say, but even I don’t believe it as it’s coming out of my mouth. Bennett’s smile grows wider. “Holy shit, something is going on between the two of you.”
