He walks away before I can say anything else, and Turkey chokes back a laugh. “Subtle, Novi.” “I do not know what you mean.” “Poor Coach Kessinger. He’s just trying to do his job.” “Da. He does it very well.” “Please don’t tell me how well.” “Very, very well.” Turkey swipes his hand over his face. “Lucky me, being the one you get to share gay sex jokes with.” “We had a moment. We are bonded now.” “Did I get a say in that?” “People are begging to be best friends with Radimir Novicov, and you’re the chosen one.”
