Rory
Cole Ashford cornered me by the equipment rack with the specific grin of a man who has never once in his life kept an observation to himself.
"So," he said, leaning against the rack like he had all day and intended to use every second of it, "you gonna tell me what's going on, or am I gonna have to guess out loud in front of the whole team?"
"Depends what you think is going on." I kept lacing my skates, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. "Because in my experience, whatever you think is going on is usually wrong and also extremely loud."
"Fair. Accurate, even." He crouched down next to me, dropping his voice to something that still wasn't quiet enough for my liking. "But I've got eyes, Rookie. Jarvis watches you during drills like you're gonna evaporate if he loo
