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arm reaches to the ground, it’ll definitely be easier to catch that snap. And a Hail Mary will be a breeze. When I look up, she has one of those fucking bands dangling from her fingers. Scratch the Hail Mary. I’ll be praying that instead.
    I’m actually pleased to discover the shoulder exercises aren’t nearly as bad as the knee. I push my way through, and then she announces it’s time for hydrotherapy.
    “Hydrotherapy?” I ask.
    “Yeah, you know. Water jets. You must have this in your training facility.”
    “Well, sure, but we’re done with the tor— I mean therapy?”
    “Was I too hard on you?” she asks, as her brows draw inward.
    “No, I was sure we’d go a lot longer.”
    “Fletch, it’s two o’clock.”
    Two? I thought it was closer to midnight. “Already? Wow, that went by fast.”
    “Yeah, I don’t want you to overdo it.”
    “Oh, well, in that case, hydrotherapy it is. Lead the way, boss.”
    We walk to the rear of the facility and enter a room. There’s only one giant tub in there and a smaller one, unlike at our training center, where we have tubs of various sizes for different injury locations. Cass proceeds to fill the tub.
    “I imagine you know how these work, right?”
    “Yeah, I’m familiar with them,” I answer.
    “Get in and let the water do its trick.”
    She walks toward the door.
    “You’re not staying?”
    Stopping, she spins around. “I have to chart your progress. I’ll be back. You afraid to be alone in here?” she teases, smirking.
    “No, I just wanted some company.” I pull off my T-shirt and then slide my shorts off. I’m not thinking too much about it, but then when I see her reaction, I’m glad I did it. She should’ve known I’d be commando. Stepping into the deep tub, I ask, “Care to join me?”
    “You know that’s not part of this deal,” she huffs and stomps out of the room. But I’m not giving up yet.
    The water feels great on my knee. My shoulder is much better than I thought it would be. It’s the leg that’s giving me fits. But even so, I feel myself getting stronger as time goes on. Leaning back against the tub, I sink into the warm water and allow it to work its magic on me. I don’t know what it is, but these tubs are amazing.
    I must’ve dozed off because all of a sudden, I hear the click, click, click of her heels across the floor, as she gets closer to the tub. I pretend I’m still in my zone, relaxing away the hour.
    “Are you a prune yet?”
    “Huh?” I shake my head, knocking the sleep out of it.
    “Don’t you know it’s not safe to fall asleep in one of these? You could slip underwater and drown.”
    I lean over the side of the tub and point my finger at her. “And whose fault would that be? I told you I wanted you to stay to talk with me.”
    She acts so flustered; maybe I’ve gone too far. Her hand is close enough to grab so I snag it with my own.
    “Cass, don’t be upset with me.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Yes, you are. I can tell. It’s me, remember? I know you better than anyone.”
    “You only think you do. I’ve changed since then.”
    “Maybe, but not that much. The Cassidy I remember still lives inside of you.” I release her hand and push myself to my feet. “She’s here.” I touch her temple. “Here.” I touch her cheek. “Here.” My fingers press against her lips. “But most importantly, she’s here.” I lay my hand over her heart, then bend down and my mouth meets hers. There is not a single bit of resistance in her, so I lick the line where her lips meet and she opens for me. Taking that as an invitation, my tongue pushes through, and hers is there waiting for me.
    Naked Fletcher is no match for clothed Cassidy, so my hands slide under her sweater, and the satiny texture of her skin has Fletcher, Jr. turning into a greedy son of a bitch. Impatient fingers undo her jeans and tug them down her legs, while she starts to stroke my cock.
    “Get in the tub with me, Cass.” I lift her sweater up