“Yeah, but I don’t want to embarrass Coach Mackenzie. Or the team. Or you.” “Listen, I don’t need anyone’s help to embarrass myself. I do just fine on my own.” Micky laughs, shoulders finally creeping away from where he’d had them hunched up to his ears. His smile is gone just as quickly as it was there, though, as his eyes widen and fix on something over my shoulder. I turn to see Anthony Lawson skating toward us. Cute, my brain supplies helpfully, because naturally this is the moment when my newly realized attraction to men decides to perk up and sniff the air.
