“Yes, you did. You knew what you were doing. And now you wanna come? So easily?”“Robbie, please,” My voice was a pathetic whine. “Don’t-�...“Don’t what, angel?”The word caught me off guard, made my heart skip a beat. There was something so exquisite about it, about the way he said it, the way it made me feel.“Don’t make me wait,” I gasped.“But you’ve made me wait.” His voice dipped into a growl. “Five goddamn weeks. When we could’ve been here the first night.”“I didn’t know, I didn’t-”“You fucking. We’ll have the defensive line prospects at station 1, that’s over there with Coach Bradley, at station 2 I want the defensive backs with Coach Appleby, at station 3 the O line with Coach Finch and the Offensive backs come with me over to station 4.” With that he blew his whilstle and led those that followed him over to station 4.“Okay gentleman and ruffians,” he grinned, “whose first? Name and position.”Matt confidently stepped forward saying “I’ll go first coach might as well give this lot. We stand there quietly, while the rest of Protectors and Lost Boys listen to Napoleon. He goes on about how important and how seriousness this all is. The boys lap it up."How is Gwen handling this?" I break the silence."She is-, ' he chokes back some words that I can't make out before continuing. "She's strong. She loves him. I don't know why but they love each other," he gives me a quick smile, but it fails to hide the jealous that flashes through his eyes. "If anyone can make through this. He seemed to be in his mid-forties and was wearing a regular jacket and tie which made him seem more approachable and less intimidating than I imagined. He introduced himself as Dr. Carter and we shook hands and he invited me in. He assured my mother that I was in good hands and that we should be done in an hour. We stepped into his office, it was cozy, with some nice old bookshelves, a leather chair and a leather couch close to it, a big wooden desk by the window and some old paintings around.