Epilogue
Caleb watched the team practice, unhappy to see that Miles hadn’t made it yet. Dammit, that kid was always late. If he didn’t have such a strong right arm, Caleb would recommend they cut him. On the other hand, if the kid didn’t get his ass to practice, Caleb may recommend it anyway.
“Sorry! Sorry Coach Dodson!”
He sighed, knowing it was Miles before he even looked. He waited to hear the excuse this time. At least the kid was usually creative with them.
Miles stopped in front of him, his hands on his knees, panting hard.
“Out with it,” Caleb ordered.
“See, Coach, I was on my way to practice when I remembered I forgot my backpack, so I ran back to my locker to get it.”
“And?”
“That’s when I saw a retainer on the floor. I had to find the owner, Coach. Honest.”
Caleb stared
