Chapter 11Troy was adjusting well to his new role as a junior coach. He found helping other players almost as fulfilling, albeit in a different way, as playing himself. The only slight downside came when Beck confessed he didn’t think the coach’s uniform looked as hot on Troy as the regular team uniform.
Judging by Adam’s upbeat mood, he’d abandoned all ideas of quitting the team.
“He’s agreed to rush the frat when the semester starts,” Adam told Troy after practice one day.
“Who?” Troy asked, hiding his grin. He knew very well who. Asher and Adam were almost joined at the hip. Wherever one was, so was the other.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Ash of course.”
It’s Ash now, is it?
“That’s great, man.” It was, because Troy hoped it would soften the blow when he announced he wouldn’t be returni
