“I won’t let that happen,” Luke vowed fiercely against Austin’s wet cheek, throat choked with anger and worry. No way in hell would he let his sweet Riley suffer one more day, even if he had to kick the ass of every bully on the planet. He laughed painfully, knowing he couldn’t fight violence with violence. But at the moment he was afraid to face Gabe, ready to pound him into a bloody mess on the floor.
He stepped back, smiling grimly at the buzz of voices behind them as he brushed Austin’s damp hair from his eyes. “Be strong. I’ll fix this.” He flashed a look at their gawking teammates. “Practice in ten minutes,” he snapped.
Luke rapped on the coach’s door and went in at the gruff response. His gaze quickly took in Riley’s defiant stance in the middle of the room. He looked scared but determined. Luke’s heart leaped, wishing Austin could see Riley now. He was stronger than they both gave him credit for
“You wanted to see me, Coach?” he asked, as he closed the door.