“Be nice,” Kason chides, kicking sand toward Theo. “We all have weaknesses. Volleyball just happens to be Holden’s.” My eyes lock with Phoenix, waiting for him to make some snarky, smart-ass comment next. Except, rather than joining in with Kason and Theo, all he does is give me the hint of a smile and a tiny nod of…encouragement. Which, at this point, is as welcome as it is unexpected.
