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problem?” Lachlan elbowed his side. Jack gripped his arm and nearly broke his wrist. Lachlan grunted. “ Or stress . It’s probably the stress.”
    I was better off running face-first into the wall to smash the apple in my throat. I beat on Jude’s arm as I clutched my neck. That got their attention.
    Lachlan panicked. “Shit, I’m bad at charades.”
    Jack swore as he stared at me. “Fuck, she’s choking !”
    I practically applauded the quarterback. At least the team was in his competent hands.
    I, however, was slowly dying.
    Jude leapt into action, grabbing a chair for me. Unless he planned to bash it into my back, it wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good.
    “Rory, are you okay?” Jude searched the cafeteria. “Who’s a doctor?”
    I frantically pointed to myself. Not that it would help.
    Eight years of medical school. Two hundred thousand dollars in debt. Selling my soul for a fellowship. And all I learned was that an apple a day would keep the doctor at least six feet away.
    And under.
    Jude smacked my back, a shade above a naughty spank but too low for a decent rub. I gestured with my thumbs upward.
    He slapped my neck.
    Oh, good Lord, I was going to die.
    The panic swelled, but I couldn’t let my vision go fuzzy without saving my own butt. I spun around, slamming my back into Jude’s chest. I wrapped myself in his embrace—not how I’d imagined this fantasy playing out. He folded his palms, and I positioned them at my diaphragm.
    I hoped I was miming the Heimlich maneuver and not giving him a twenty-dollar lap dance.
    “Are you sure?” Jude gripped me tight. “What about…”
    I didn’t listen. I jerked his hands up once more, desperate for air. He grunted and heaved with me.
    Once. Twice.
    Out popped the apple.
    I managed one gasp before everything else tried to come up with it. My dignity. My charm. Every ounce of my professionalism.
    I made it to the garbage and spat most of my breakfast into the can.
    The team watched in abject horror, but the offensive line was the first to give a riotous cheer. Just the introduction to the team I wanted.
    “Jesus, Doc. Are you okay?” Jude pulled me into his arms. It was the second time I couldn’t breathe.
    I might have melted into him…had I not dissolved into panic instead.
    “Did I do it right?” Jude’s voice echoed over the cafeteria. “ Please tell me I didn’t Heimlich out the baby!”

4
    Jude
    I ’d fucked up .
    I didn’t even have a concussion to blame it on—just the sheer panic of squeezing a pregnant woman around the middle so hard it’d dislodge an apple stuck in her throat.
    But it wasn’t the fruit that was forbidden this time—it was the truth.
    “Holy shit.” Jack helped Rory into a chair. “Are you pregnant ?”
    If the cafeteria hadn’t silenced before, now the team’s testicles zipped into their bellies. Nothing like a rogue mother-to-be to make half the guys question their life choices and count the days since their last hook-up.
    The trainers rushed into the cafeteria, but the commotion summoned even more of an audience. Rory waved away any medical help, but she stared as Coach Thompson rushed through the doorway.
    And he’d brought another doctor.
    I’d already forgotten his name, but I remembered his position. He was the head of the fellowship program
    Rory’s boss.
    Fuck me.
    “I’m fine.” Rory stood, more embarrassed than harmed. “Thank you all for…watching.”
    The red-headed trainer—Louisa?—offered her a bottle of water. “Maybe you should sit down?”
    Rory’s hand fell to her tummy. Did she realize she rubbed little Genie again? At least it seemed to relieve her.
    And me.
    Louisa took her pulse. “That was a lot of stress.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “But the baby—”
    Rory gritted her teeth. “Is fine. I promise. I should be getting back to work.”
    No one moved. Coach Thompson guided his guest into the cafeteria and grinned at Rory.
    “Well, that was quite a scare you gave us, Doctor