Fuming, Andrew glared out the car window, the houses they passed a blur. He hated her. Couldn’t even stand being in the car with her, breathing the same air. She’d ruined everything. Everything. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? When he’d seen her at the field, he’d about shit his pants knowing she’d found out his secret. But then she had to go and rip into Coach, humiliating Andrew in front of his team. His ex-team, he thought bitterly, his hands fisting. He was done playing football and now all the guys knew he’d had to lie and trick his way onto the team because his mom treated him like a goddamn baby. “We need to discuss this,” she said, her voice calm as she pulled to a stop at a red light. That was her. Always wanting to talk every damned thing to death. “I know you’re upset,” she continued. He snorted.
