Epilogue
Heath
“I won’t know for sure until we get an MRI this week, but I think you have a hamstring sprain.”
Fuck. What he was supposed to say was Wow, Heath, this is the best-looking leg I’ve seen this season. Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. You’ll be good as new tomorrow. But the orthopedic resident has a pinch between his brows, and his mouth is tilted in a frown. Wait a minute ... nope. Definitely still a frown.
I swipe the sweat from my forehead and try not to wince as he feels along the back of my leg, but still maybe it’s not terrible. “Sprain. That’s not bad, right? I ice it for a couple days and then I’m as good as new?”
His frown deepens and, well, that’s not a good sign. “I’m afraid not, Mr. Remington. Without the MRI, I can’t say for sure. Best case it’s a partial tear, which could put your recovery between four and eight weeks.”
“And worst case?”
“Worst case, it’s a full tear, and that could mean more like three months of rehab.” He stands, tapping my knee. “And that’s assuming all the ligaments in here are intact and there’s no more damage.”
Fuckity fuck fuck .
This is not how my first game with a brand-new team was supposed to go. Not even close. We won, so that’s something, but instead of walking home with a touchdown, I’ll be limping home with my name on the injured list.
Assuming I can get home. “Can I drive?”
And that’s when I hear it. A laugh that’s supposed to be mocking me, but all it does is make my balls tingle. “Sure, newbie, you can drive if you want to kill yourself or anyone stupid enough to be around you when your leg seizes up.”
London Wolfe.
Temptation all wrapped up in one deliciously curvy package. She’s like a siren, the sweet melody of her voice leading me straight into certain death, but I couldn’t give two fucks. There’s something about her that calls to me.
My only deterrent—she’s the coach’s daughter, which means she’s 100 percent off-limits.
Oh, and I should mention she hates football players.
“Are you offering to take me home?” I give her my megawatt smile, the one most ladies can’t seem to resist, but it only pisses her off.
Her dark-green eyes harden, narrowing on me, and she takes a step closer. “I don’t fraternize with the football players. Sorry, newbie, but I’m sure you can find several women willing to take you home right outside the locker room doors. ”
She spins, her dark-black hair fanning out around her. She’s walking away when I tack on, “It’s Heath.”
She stops for a second, peering over her shoulder, the look on her face one of boredom. “I don’t remember asking.”
And with that she’s gone, the resident staring between the two of us, his lips quirked into a smile. “Well, that was the most fun I’ve had all week.” He huffs a laugh, patting my shoulder. “I’ll be seeing you this week, Mr. Remington. Hopefully I’ll have some good news for you.”
Ha! Good news, my left nut.
Although, the more that I think about it, he’s not wrong. There is one good thing about being on the injured list, and her name is London.
Turns out that my little obsession is one of the team’s physical therapists, and there’s a good chance she’s going to be seeing a lot of me.
She may think she hates football players, but that’s only because she hasn’t given me a chance yet. And there’s one thing you should know about me—I don’t give up.
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