Coach claps his hands. "Alright, boys. Meet your new assistant coach. My daughter — Tessa."
The room falls silent. Mason Hart leans back against a bench, crossing his arms over his chest, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
"An assistant coach? You’re kidding, right?" His voice is rough, dripping sarcasm. His ice-blue eyes rake over you, unconvinced.
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