“Lucas, over here,” Coach Newberry called.
Caleb’s gut clenched. This was the announcer?
He slid his gaze to his locker as Lucas turned toward Coach Newberry. “Yes, sir.”
Caleb didn’t watch him as the man crossed the locker room. He didn’t watch as the man’s sexy little ass pressed against the tight denim of his jeans. And he definitely didn’t watch the man run his fingers through his short, spikey hair.
Fuck. He was in trouble. Big trouble.
“Guys,” Coach called.
Caleb put on his socks and shoes, then started to close his locker when he spied the slip of paper Juan had given him. He shoved it into his pocket before moving to the section in the locker room they called the “meeting area.”