Carter told me you coach the girls’ volleyball team at your school.” “He talks about me?” “When he’s not being a mopey ballsack? Yeah, he talks about you all the time.” I can’t imagine a mopey version of Carter. He’s so upbeat all the time, charismatic and boisterous. A sudden wave of guilt rushes over me. “Yeah.” Garrett taps the corner of my frown. “That’s exactly how he looked. You two are made for each other.”
