Coach told us to get into the locker room.
Once we were in there, I expected things to be normal.
Lay would make his normal horny jokes.
We’d tease Remi over the pictures of Honey in his phone.
Then we’d deal with Abel talking about how smart Izzy was.
What I didn’t expect was to walk out of the shower with a towel around my waist and have Alonso sitting in my spot.
Staring at me, arms folded.
Fuck. He knows.
I swallowed hard.
“Alonso,” I said.
He stood up, matching my height.
He was my size too.
A very big, older hockey player.
A mean former hockey player.
“Got a minute to talk?” Alonso asked.
“Of course I do. Mind if I get dressed?”
“No need,” he said. “We can talk like this.”
“Okay,” I said. “Hit me with it.”
Lay stood near his spot in the locker room, putting a shirt on.
His eyes were wide and full of concern for me.
He pointed to himself and mouthed to meI’ve got your back.
“I want to talk about something important,” Alonso said.
Lay put up his fists and nodded.
I struggled to keep my eyes on Alonso.
“Coach’s wife,” Alonso said. “Carrie.”
“Right,” I said.
“She told me something about you.”
“About me?”
“Yeah. She and Coach actually. You took their son on the ice, right?”
“Yeah, I did.”