Page 325 of Playing Dirty
Like something was finally locking into place.
MASON
Luca leaned against the lockers after practice.
“So,” he said casually. “NYC.”
“Yeah.”
“You happy?”
I thought about it.
Basketball. Pressure. Coach. My father.
Rowan.
“I don’t know yet,” I admitted.
That surprised him.
“You’re allowed to not know things,” he said.
“Since when?”
“Since always. You just ignore that policy.”
Fair.
My phone buzzed again.
Rowan.
Rowan:
We should probably pretend we’re normal in New York.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Mason:
We’re not normal.
Rowan:
That’s what I’m worried about.
That landed a bit too accurately.
ROWAN
Serena was already planning New York like it was a vacation.
“It’s going to be iconic,” she said, sprawled on my bed.
“It’s an internship.”
