There was a pale strip across his forehead when he took off his visor. “I hope that’s true. Really, I do, but I have to look out for the Wranglers. I have ownership to answer to. You don’t have that pressure .
We both wish this really was a sprain, but let’s face reality. No one bounces back from surgery that quickly. So for now, Cosech is our man. When you get your clearance from Dr. Ashworth, then we’ll talk .”
After last night, I wondered how hard it would be to get her to sign off on my release for the AFA. I had given her an unbelievable night. I wasn’t fooling myself. It had been incredible for me, too. The least she could do was sign some damn papers .
“In the meantime, this is the Monday night playbook.” Coach looked at me .
“All right. Run the damn play.” I pushed away from the table. “But when Cosech’s first pass gets intercepted, don’t look at me,” I warned. I knew what I was talking about. We hadn’t made it this far because of luck. There was strategy in every play. And I called the fucking shots on offense .
I walked past him, trying not to wince. My hand hurt like hell. I needed something to jumpstart the healing process. HGH would solve my problem, but I knew the trainers weren’t going to give it to me .
I had to find another way .
“I’ll see you before the game, Blakefield .”
“See you then.” I left the man going over his new plays while the games blared on the TVs .
* * *
I didn’t like wearing the sling. It made me look weak. It made me look like I was injured and I hated that. When I took it off last night, I forgot about the pain. Seeing Lennon’s body. Hearing her moan. Watching her rock into me with total abandon was the best medicine I could get. But right now, it hurt like hell. I was considering taking a few of the pain pills she had prescribed .
I turned my keys in the apartment door. She was standing in her black dress .
“Le
aving so soon?” I asked .
“Well, I didn’t know how long your meeting was going to be, and it’s not like we talked about plans. One-time deal, right?” She seemed nervous. She kept looking away .
“It didn’t take that long.” I closed the door behind me. “Trying to figure out the plays for the Monday night game .”
“Oh.”
I walked toward her. Just being this close to her made me want to rip that black dress off her again. She was under my skin. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman made me react like this .
“Why don’t you stick around?” I winked. “We could watch the games. Order some food .”
“Oh, I don’t really watch football.” She shook her head .
“Well then, this is your lucky day, Doc.” I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I sat her next to me and reached for the remote .
“What are you doing ?”
“You are getting ready to get a lesson in football from the most elite quarterback in the American Football Association.” I grinned at her, flipping through, looking for the Cyclones’ game .
“Wes…” She hesitated, twisting her lip under her teeth. It was enough to make my cock strain against my jeans. Those lips were sexy as hell .
“It’s Sunday. That means football.” I eyed her .
“For you, it means football. For me, it means I should go home. We said this was only one night. Last night .”
“Wasn’t last night fun ?”
I saw her instantly blush. “Yeah. It was amazing .”
“Then stay.” I turned up the volume. The first quarter was just starting .
She looked down at her dress. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I think I should just call a cab.” She laughed lightly. “I thought I was past doing the walk of shame .”