During lunch with the team and everyone's family, I got a message from Jeremy.
Jeremy: Sorry to bail without saying anything first. You played great today! It was a good game.
I stared at the message for a second too long I guess.
Because Noah peered over my shoulder to take a look. He snorted. "Took him long enough." He looked at me. "You should ignore him."
My lips twitched. "It's not like it was intentional. He went to support Carson after a tough loss. Wouldn't you guys do the same for me?"
Noah rubbed his chin. "Yea, yea. I know he would come to you if you had lost, but it doesn't feel right. Kind of like a traitor, you know?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so. Carson is probably more of a brother to him than me. Like how I think you're more of a brother, than he is, to me."
