After three hours of grueling practice and a quick dinner, the girls were finally released.
Neal had flown in from Tucson for the game and to meet Trihn. They were staying at the same hotel as the team. Stacia and Bryna met them in the lobby, and then they walked out to the beach together. The sun had set over the ocean, and the skyline was bathed in oranges and pinks.
“So, talk!” Stacia cried to Bryna.
Trihn looked at them in confusion. “What did I miss?”
“Bryna is friends with Eric Wilkins. Like friends,” she said dramatically.
“Wait, what?”
“We are not anything more than friends.”
“I thought you hated each other,” Trihn said. “How did friends even happen?”
“We ran into each other at Posse and went to get ice cream.”
Stacia gave her a knowing look. “You hung out with a guy and o
