The ball’s heading right for Sean. He puts on a quick burst of speed and draws closer, Cordero running to meet him. He meets the ball at the line, and Sean kicks out with the side of his foot, keeping the ball in play as he sends it tumbling back toward Cordero. The rookie flashes him that sexy grin again and stops the ball with his foot. “Thanks, holmes.”
From behind him, Thompson roars, “Foul! Coach, no fair! Mason’s not in the game! Coach!”
But Barrett was looking at his watch instead of the field and didn’t see Sean’s interference. When he looks up, Sean’s already halfway to the opposite goal, well away from Cordero’s dribbling. Thompson looks like a child having a tantrum, standing midfield with his hands on his hips as he glares after Sean while the rest of the team chases Cordero
