The One-Night Scrimmage: A Sports Romance (Oleander Springs Series #4)

The sun is kissing the horizon despite it being past eight as Corey and I cross the parking lot at the dorm. I’d expected to find a text with Nolan’s address after practice. Instead, there was an offer to drive me. We’ve known each other for seven weeks, and I’ve never been in his car. The few times we leave the dorm for food, we walk because Camden’s central to so many restaurants and coffee shops. I don’t know if he’s an impatient driver or even what model vehicle he drives. It’s a strange detail that seems deceptively significant.

Corey stops beside a cream-colored Toyota Tundra Capstone. I know because it’s Charlie’s dream truck, which is how I know it’s worth a small fortune.

We’ve never discussed wealth. It’s a subject I avoid above all else, even religion because we all have our biases. I know I have mine from years of playing club soccer and seeing the opportunities that arose for those who could pay for them through connections or doors the rest of us didn’t even know existed. Tobias furthered many of my biases, showing how much simpler life was when you could afford to take risks.

I try not to draw another unwanted parallel between the two as Corey opens the passenger door for me, and I slide inside. The interior doesn’t smell like Corey but of leather and new car. The seats are flawlessly smooth, and the carpets and dash are shiny and dust-free which is virtually impossible living in Oleander Springs.