MARIA POV
I was sure of one thing: Sam was going to spill the beans to my boys.
The moment I stepped out of the locker room, there he was, standing just outside the door like some overprotective hawk, arms crossed, eyes sharp as blades. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover how it felt having him on speakerphone while I changed. I’d done it quickly, pulling on my jeans and hoodie while Sam’s voice echoed in the empty space like some bizarre bodyguard narration.
“You done yet?” he’d asked, impatience dripping from every syllable.
“Yes, Sam. I’m done,” I’d replied, forcing cheer into my tone. “Don’t worry, I didn’t vanish through the ventilation system.”
And now, here we were, him staring me down like I was about to bolt.
I debated my approach as I adjusted my bag over my should
