Randy looked up. His jaw was clenched. "Blake wants to see you in his office," he spoke harshly. I flinched at his tone.

He saw and instead of apologizing he stared down. I thought of whatever that Blake had to tell me was bad.

I ran to his office and burst in the door. He was behind his couch and he had a tired look on his face. "The guys said you had to talk to me," I muttered.

He looked up since he had been staring at his desk full of papers. He motioned for me to sit.

I obeyed and looked at him, urging him to tell me...