private school,â Thane explained. âThey can pretty much do what they want. They say theyâre recruiting students. â
âStudents who just happen to be the best football players in the state,â Ty said.
âWhen they find out Sethâs coaching,â Troy said, âI bet not only will kids in Summit stay in Summit, kids will move into Summit to play. Heâll get coaches just as good as St. Stephenâs has, and itâs free.â
âMaybe,â Seth said. âIt happened in my town growing up. Kids want to play for a good coach. Parents want their kids to play for a good coach.â
âWait a minute.â Troyâs mom held up both hands and they all turned to her. âThatâs recruiting, right? You canât recruit high school kids unless youâre a private school, can you?â
âItâs not recruiting if you donât ask them to come,â Seth said. âAnyone can move anywhere. Kids move into school districts for all sorts of reasonsâa good band, a science program, special needs. You just canât try to lure them in by giving them something.â
âWell,â Thane said, âit would be good if someone could compete with St. Stephenâs. Right now, they slaughter everyone. The only time itâs even a contest is when they go play some powerhouse from Florida or Ohio or something. Thatâs how good they are.â
âTheyâre that good?â Seth asked.
Thane nodded. âTheir second string could probably beat the rest of the teams in New Jersey.â
âWell, letâs see if we can give them some competition. Man, Iâm having fun already. So, what about Ty?â Seth gave Thane a serious look. âAre you gonna let him play for me?â
Thane tightened his lips, then spoke. âHonestly? I donât know. Maybe. I want to see how this whole thing shakes out. Come on, donât look at me like that, Seth. You know as much as I do that if a kid isnât in the right situation, it can end his football career before it even starts. Our parents are gone, so I have to fill in. I donât want to mess anything up, so no promises, but Iâll think about it.â
Troy nudged Ty under the table and gave him a questioning look, hoping for reassurance. All Ty did was force a smile and shrug. Troy looked to his mom for some support, but she wore a frown.
Seth turned to Troyâs mom. He saw her look, too, and gave her a puzzled look in return. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing,â she said. âI just think Thaneâs got a point. Education comes first.â
They all sat quiet for a moment, then Troyâs momâs cell phone rang.
She answered it.
âHello, Mrs. McGreer.â She smiled.
Troy grinned at the mention of Tateâs mom and he caught Tyâs eye. Ty faked a look of confusion, as if he didnât know why Troy was looking at him, but Troy winked at his cousin and when Ty looked down at his plate his cheeks reddened. Troy loved Tate like a sister, but his certainty that Ty cared for her a little more than that went up a bit at the sight of his blushing.
âOh, no.â Troyâs momâs voice sank, dragging her face, and Troyâs stomach, with it.
âIâm so sorry.â Tears filled Troyâs momâs eyes. Her hand trembled and she sniffed. âYes, yes, of course. You do that, please. Weâre here for you. I am so sorry. You will all be in our prayers, Mrs. McGreer.â
She hung up.
âMom?â Troy choked on his words. âWhat happened?â
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
TROYâS MOM WIPED HER eyes and sniffed again. âItâs Tateâs father. He was in San Diego on business and he got into a bad accident. They donât know if heâs going to make it.â
Troyâs mom looked down at her hands. She folded them together and said a silent prayer before she looked