Chapter 14
Dad grinned at me, but he didn’t ruffle my hair like most dads would. “Give me the note.”
I pulled it out of my backpack and handed it to him, then went into the kitchen to pour myself one of the protein shakes Dad kept in the fridge for me. I was hoping they’d help me grow, but so far no luck.
I’d almost finished chugging it when I heard, “Ah, damn.”
“Dad?” Before I could bolt to the front part of the house, he came into the kitchen. His face was pale, and the muscle in his right eyelid twitched rhythmically. I set down the glass. “What is it?”
“Your coach saw you while you were in the shower.”
“You’re not saying Coach is perving on me, are you?” I tried to smile at my little joke, but my stomach felt as if I were on a roller coaster going down a four hundred fifty-six foot drop at a hundred and twenty-eight mph.
“Of course not.”
Of course, “of course not.” Coach was a great guy, after all. But why had he felt the need to send a note to my father?