MASON
“Yo.”
I was crossing the parking lot to the sports center when I looked over to see Logan behind me in his yellow Escalade. He had the window rolled down and an arm propped on it. He waved me over.
I shifted my gym bag to my other shoulder. It was early in the morning—not Sam-early, but early for me. She was probably already off on her third run with the team, and my day was about to start in thirty minutes. And I’d be busy all day—running drills, watching game tapes, and lifting weights. We’d be here until three or four this afternoon. Yesterday’s breakfast had been a one-time deal.
“What’s up?” I frowned. “You slept at the house last night.”
“I know. I brought Taylor and Sam in for practice this morning. What are we going to do about those two girls?”
“Sam says it’s her fight
