I look down at my outfit. “I’m not dressed for something sporty.”
He pats my back. “The girls never are. I’ve seen so many girls infiltrate our practices, wearing dresses and high heels.”
I mumble a laugh, knowing Yvie did that to grab Zane’s attention.
“The guys eat it up,” Freddy continues. “Teaching a chick to throw a forward pass is a good excuse to touch her.”
My eyebrow arches. “Just the guys? Don’t pretend you don’t take advantage of the situation.”
“Those girls just want a footballer. They don’t care which one.”
“Whatever. I’m sure Amber is a pro at forward passes.”
Freddy throws up a palm to block my face. “Whatever.”
I giggle, delighting in hitting a nerve. I don’t know why he has to act so pious sometimes. “So, you’ll stop giving Kai the third degree?”
“It’s a little suss that Dad doesn’t like him.”
“Dad acts like he doesn’t like Drew. He’s not the easiest person to please.”
“Do you trust Kai?”
“I do.”
Freddy’s baby blue eyes soften as he reads my facial cues. “Then I’ll back off.”
“Really?”
“I’m not off his case. I’m just creeping backward.”
“Geez, whatever. Wow, this place is really empty now,” I say. “But I have to admit, I’m glad the others have gone. Most of the time, I’m on edge, but Kai puts me at peace. I don’t want anyone to ruin that.”
Freddy laughs. “Is that a hint for me to leave?”
“No, don’t leave,” I rush. “Stay here until I see him walk back.”
“Tabby, relax. The boy is crazy about you.”
“You think?”
Freddy laughs. “It’s brutally obvious.”
“But what if he regrets ditching his friends to be with me?”
“He won’t regret it.”
“Why are you making this sound so simple?”
He shrugs. “Because it is.”
“No, but...”
“Would you stop trying to implode your relationship before it even begins? You like him, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“And he likes you?”