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give everything to do with football one hundred and ten percent. That includes my diet, my physical fitness in the gym, and above all, my performance and effort on and off the football field. The doctors believe I can be back in six weeks, and because they believe it, I’m going to do just that. Probably in five. That’s how I roll. So the way I see it, you get to say you helped Evan Marshall when I finally make it to the NFL. It’s bound to improve your value when you get back to your precious baseball team. It’s a win-win.”
She shook her head. “That’s how you see it, huh? Typical, but as we seem to be making some strides to at least trying to get along, I’ll let you believe that.” Taking a long, labored breath, she looked in the rear view mirror again. “I understand it has to be a real drag going through this process. I know you have a lot riding on the next few months. It sucks, and I’m sorry about your injury.”
“Thanks.” I felt a little more relaxed, too.
“I think if we put aside the fact that neither of us wants to be here, we’ll work together well. You’re driven. So am I. We’ll get you well.”
I couldn’t help smiling a little at her. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was driven—I heard the intensity in her voice. I could appreciate intensity, even in a dyke.
“All right,” I said. “I’ll try to be a good boy.”
She grinned. “Not too good, I hope. I wouldn’t want to be disappointed after hearing so much about you. Witnessing what I heard, even at arm’s length, it’ll be one perk to this gig.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What have you heard about me?”
She coughed. “Sorry. That came out all wrong. Forget I said that.”
“No, please. Tell me more. I really want to know.”
“No, you don’t.”
I leaned forward in my chair and scowled without meaning too. Shit. They weren’t kidding that I should have been on bed rest. Every move I made hurt like hell.
“Ouch.”
I clocked the concern in her face when she whipped her head back to look at me. “Are you okay?”
“Probably not…on account of this grade two groin injury.”
“I’m just around the corner from the address in your file. Hang tight. Try not to move.”
“Okay. Hey, exactly how do you plan on getting me from the bus to my room inside?”
“You live at a frat house, don’t you? Some of your friends should be around. If not, I can manage.”
“Yeah I’d bet.”
She rolled up to the front of the house and came around to open my door before stepping onto the pavement. “I’ll see who’s inside.”
She was gone and back with Tre and Pat in minutes.
“Hey guys. Thanks for helping out.”
“Dude, did they fix you up with a quickie lobotomy or something?” Tre asked, getting his shoulder under my armpit and lifting me out. “It sure sounds like it, because I thought you were just nice to me right there.”
“All right, smartass. I’ll give you that.” When I realized Samantha was following behind us, I told the guys to let me into my room through the outer porch door. The frat brothers probably wouldn’t want me bringing a lesbian into the frat house.
Once I was in bed, Tre and Pat left. She cleared her throat. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” she informed me. “Here. That means do not go back to the athletic training center unless Dr. Burton or Ryan authorizes it… because you’re on bed rest. Once I get back we’ll go from there.”
“I thought we were going to get started now.”
She looked me in the eye, and the temperature in the room dropped around ten degrees. I shifted around to get comfortable, wincing as my muscles pulled. I needed help. Or rest. She closed my file. “No. You’re on bed rest, remember? Plus I’m still a student, last time I checked. I’m not a twenty-four hour caregiver.” She excused herself and came back a minute later with my student-athlete file. She had a copy of all that too? I frowned. I didn’t like her knowing my
She shook her head. “That’s how you see it, huh? Typical, but as we seem to be making some strides to at least trying to get along, I’ll let you believe that.” Taking a long, labored breath, she looked in the rear view mirror again. “I understand it has to be a real drag going through this process. I know you have a lot riding on the next few months. It sucks, and I’m sorry about your injury.”
“Thanks.” I felt a little more relaxed, too.
“I think if we put aside the fact that neither of us wants to be here, we’ll work together well. You’re driven. So am I. We’ll get you well.”
I couldn’t help smiling a little at her. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was driven—I heard the intensity in her voice. I could appreciate intensity, even in a dyke.
“All right,” I said. “I’ll try to be a good boy.”
She grinned. “Not too good, I hope. I wouldn’t want to be disappointed after hearing so much about you. Witnessing what I heard, even at arm’s length, it’ll be one perk to this gig.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What have you heard about me?”
She coughed. “Sorry. That came out all wrong. Forget I said that.”
“No, please. Tell me more. I really want to know.”
“No, you don’t.”
I leaned forward in my chair and scowled without meaning too. Shit. They weren’t kidding that I should have been on bed rest. Every move I made hurt like hell.
“Ouch.”
I clocked the concern in her face when she whipped her head back to look at me. “Are you okay?”
“Probably not…on account of this grade two groin injury.”
“I’m just around the corner from the address in your file. Hang tight. Try not to move.”
“Okay. Hey, exactly how do you plan on getting me from the bus to my room inside?”
“You live at a frat house, don’t you? Some of your friends should be around. If not, I can manage.”
“Yeah I’d bet.”
She rolled up to the front of the house and came around to open my door before stepping onto the pavement. “I’ll see who’s inside.”
She was gone and back with Tre and Pat in minutes.
“Hey guys. Thanks for helping out.”
“Dude, did they fix you up with a quickie lobotomy or something?” Tre asked, getting his shoulder under my armpit and lifting me out. “It sure sounds like it, because I thought you were just nice to me right there.”
“All right, smartass. I’ll give you that.” When I realized Samantha was following behind us, I told the guys to let me into my room through the outer porch door. The frat brothers probably wouldn’t want me bringing a lesbian into the frat house.
Once I was in bed, Tre and Pat left. She cleared her throat. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” she informed me. “Here. That means do not go back to the athletic training center unless Dr. Burton or Ryan authorizes it… because you’re on bed rest. Once I get back we’ll go from there.”
“I thought we were going to get started now.”
She looked me in the eye, and the temperature in the room dropped around ten degrees. I shifted around to get comfortable, wincing as my muscles pulled. I needed help. Or rest. She closed my file. “No. You’re on bed rest, remember? Plus I’m still a student, last time I checked. I’m not a twenty-four hour caregiver.” She excused herself and came back a minute later with my student-athlete file. She had a copy of all that too? I frowned. I didn’t like her knowing my
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