Ashton’s POV
I take the stairs two at a time, the cell phone pressed to my ear. Reaching the second floor, I head for my room and kick the door closed behind me before I sink heavily down onto the edge of my bed.
‘I didn’t do anything coach’ I mutter defensively, ‘she completely blindsided me.’
The Coach snorts loudly, a harsh sound through the speaker. ‘Well obviously, kid, I never thought you did and nor does anyone else at the Hawks,’ he adds firmly.
The tight, suffocating knot in my chest eases slightly. My breathing begins to regulate as I grip the cell phone tightly.
‘Really?’ I ask, a small part of me refusing to accept that my bosses believe me without question.
‘Of course not,’ Coach growls. ‘How long have you lead this team? And not once have you ever done anything to embar
