HENRY POV
Walking out of the locker room, I could still feel the electricity from the game running through me. My legs were sore, my arms heavy, but I was buzzing, riding the high of victory. There’s nothing quite like the rush of nailing every shot, hearing the crowd erupt, and feeling like you’ve left every ounce of yourself on the court. Beside me, Dax looked as steady as ever, like he’d just wrapped up a warm-up instead of a game. That’s Dax for you—cool as ice, even when the whole world’s on fire.
Me? Not so much. I was hyped, practically bouncing on my feet, though I tried to play it off. No one wants to look like a puppy wagging its tail in front of scouts.
As we rounded the corner, my stomach flipped. Two men in suits were chatting with Coach. They looked like they belonged more
