Propping his hands on his hips, Rory tells her, “That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about.”
She gives him a stern glance over her shoulder, a warning look that says, Don’t you dare back out on me now.
Quickly he shakes his head. “No, not exactly. It’s more about practice. Or rather, you know, getting time to myself in the pool so I can improve—”
“You swim every morning,” Sweeney says. “I’ve seen the logs.”
“That’s just it,” Rory starts. “You see, today—”
Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupts him. “Hey, coach.”
Sweeney looks up, which is a first, and Rory actually sees the hint of a smile on her face. That annoys him almost as much as Chase’s s**t-eating grin leering at him from across her clipboard. “Hey, champ.”
Rory narrows his eyes and glares at the other swimmer but sta
