Page 49 of The Risk Taker

I watch as O’Connor follows him, looking a little terrified.

Coach keeps reading names, and beside me, Logan’s shoulder brushes mine.

“Wanna bet we’re rooming together?” he murmurs.

I cut him a sideways look. “We’re not.”

He laughs under his breath, and I have the urge to shove him into a potted plant. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Coach flips to a new sheet, his eyes skimming the list. “Hartley and Delgado.”

A couple of guys at the back clap each other on the shoulder before they step forward to grab their key.

Coach glances down again. “Gray and Hayes.”

My head snaps up so fast my neck clicks.

Logan’s already turning toward me, that slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.

I step forward. “Coach?—”

My dad doesn’t even let me finish. He shakes his head as he hands over the key.

“No changes,” he says firmly. “You two live together. I know he’s a pain in the ass?—”

“Hey,” Logan mutters.

“—but you haven’t killed each other yet, so I think you’ll survive forty-eight hours.”

My stomach sinks.

Logan bumps my arm, still grinning like an idiot. “Try to sound more excited, roomie.”

“I’m thrilled,” I deadpan.

He nudges me again. I don’t shove him into a plant. So really, I deserve an award.

“Good. I was starting to feel rejected.” Logan leans in. “FYI, I sleep basically naked.” He shoots me a wink before grabbing the keys and heading toward the elevators.

Fuck my life.

Coach calls for the rest of the keys and the group breaks apart, heading toward Izzy as she hands out the schedules for tomorrow.

I weave through the crowd and grab one off the top. “Change rooms with me,” I beg her.

She glances up, raising a brow. “Dad said no changes.”

What a fucking goody-two-shoes. “Come on, Izz. I’m your brother. Doesn’t that count for something?”

She narrows her eyes—the exact look Dad gives when a player mouths off. “After you punched my boyfriend? No.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “That was literally fucking ages ago. C’mon. I’ll pay you.”

She lets out a laugh. “With what money?” she says, handing another sheet to one of the rookies, “Stop being so dramatic. Logan’s harmless.”

She turns away when someone calls her name, and I’m left standing there with the stupid schedule in my hand, trying not to overthink it.

It’s two nights. That’s all.