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WILL:Can I ask you something now?
RILEY:Fair is fair.
WILL:Did you enjoy the game?
RILEY:I did.
Another message came through.
RILEY:A lot.
WILL:Favourite part?
I was fishing, but I couldn’t help it.
RILEY:Watching Holloway. Theguy’s elite.
WILL:Dover...
RILEY:Don’t fish, Caufield. You know the answer is you.
I grinned like a teenage boy who’d just been sent a topless picture of his girlfriend. Heck, if Riley was happy to send one now, I’d be grinning all night.
WILL:What was it like shadowing Richard?
RILEY:Amazing. I’ve spent the last twenty minutes typing out as many notes as I can. He asked me to come back on Saturday.
WILL:Are you going to?
I held my breath.
RILEY:It’d be stupid not to take him up on the offer.
A follow-up message came through quickly.
RILEY:Unless that’s weird for you?
WILL:Not at all. I liked havingyou there.
I clutched my phone in my hand while I restlessly waited for Riley’s reply. I generally hated texting, but Riley had always found a way to make me tolerate things that usually made me grumble.
Levi sauntered into the living room, falling onto the couch beside me.
“Hey, Will,” came Grace’s voice.
Levi panned the phone to me. Grace was in bed, dressed in one of Levi’s hockey hoodies.
“Sup, Hughesy.”
“I heard you played well tonight.”
I snickered. “Wellis a bit stiff, don’t you think, Cap?”
Levi rolled his eyes. “Your head is already three sizes too big, sowellis all you’re getting.”
Grace smiled coyly. “Does it have anything to do with the team’s new trainer?”
I guess she’d spoken to Riley. They were getting very chummy those two, which was dangerous for me. I didn’t know what information Riley was feeding Grace. And more importantly, I didn’t know what Grace was then filtering onto Levi.
