“Welcome to Field Day, campers!” Heather’s voice boomed from the bull horn from where she stood in the center of the soccer fields. “Everybody have their partner?”
A cheer went up from the assembled crowd. Well, everybody but Audrey. She stood beside Hudson, arms crossed over the number nine pinned to her shirt, mouth set in a grim line. He was starting to wonder whether pushing her into this was such a good idea. But he’d seen the expression of half longing, half regret in her sky-blue eyes when Charlie brought Field Day up, and he’d hated it. It was such a departure from the fierce determination she’d shown the other night when she’d talked about pushing her limits. So, he’d made the snap decision to be her partner and help her through the stuff she found physically difficult. He didn’t
