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Chapter Ten

“ O h, for Christ’s sake.” Brian Spencer swore. “He doesn’t know. This is fucking rich. You slept with him and haven’t told him?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dr. Spencer. I’m two seconds away from shoving my fist down your throat.”

“Calm down, Phillip.” His coach finally spoke up. “He isn’t worth a police arrest.”

“Amy.” Mike called out to her. “If you and Phillip had an intimate relationship, I can’t let you stay here. You know that. It violates your contract—no fraternizing with clients. Is Dr. Spencer right? Did you and Phillip… get close?”

“Yes.” Amy keeps her eyes on Phillip’s, their gazes never wavering. “It just happened.”

“God damn it, Amy. You’re my best therapist.”

“Wait.” Coach Huckaby steps toward Phillip and Amy. “You’re going to fire here if it’s true? That’s ludicrous. It didn’t interfere with his recovery—if anything, it made him better.”

“It’s the policy.” Mike sounded pained to say it, but it was the truth.

“Amy, come work for me. The Atlanta Force needs its own Physiotherapist. Fuck this place and its stupid rules. Your golden hands brought back my star.”

“Amy…” Phillip pled with her, still waiting to know what she was holding back.

“Thank you, coach. But I don’t think Phillip will want me to work with him. “She closed her eyes and took a breath. “Phillip… I’m pregnant.”

“Well, shit.” Mike grumbled.

Dr. Spencer just laughed. “Told you they were fucking. I’ll have your license, you whore.”

One minute Phillip was caressing Amy’s cheek; the next, Dr. Spencer was hitting the floor. He was clutching his nose, moaning through the stream of red seeping out around his fingers. “I’m going to sue you!”

“Don’t you ever fucking call the woman I love a whore again.” Phillip bent down to hit him again, but his coach grabbed his hand. Amy took the opportunity to flee the room.

“Phillip.” He pulled him back. “Don’t make this harder for me to get you out of. He got what he deserved. Besides, you need to go after your girl.”

Phillip scanned the office, seeing her make for the break room. He hauled ass out of the therapy room and raced down the hall. She was just about to slam the door shut when Phillip shoved his way inside and closed them in together. He flicked the lock on the knob and stalked toward her.

“Amy.”

Her back was to him as she gazed out onto the street. “You love me?”

“Turn around.” Phillip demanded. He needed to see her face when he told her again. Slowly, she turned, her eyes downcast to the floor. “Look at me, sweetheart.” He pressed his finger beneath her chin and raised her head to eye level. “Is it true? You’re having my baby?”

“Yes.” A tear trickled down her cheek. “I was going to tell you… just not today. I needed time to think. You love me?” She asked again, making him smile.

“More than the air I breathe, Amy. I let you walk away from me, because I knew you needed that. But it cut me deep. But I’m not doing that again.

I love you, Amy. Heart and soul. I’m done running and I am sure as hell done waiting.

Tell me though… do you love me? Because I think you do… you’re just afraid.”

“I’m terrified.” She admitted. “And when that stick showed a plus sign, I realized I’d fucked up pushing you away.

Not because I was faced with an unplanned pregnancy.

But because the thought of having your baby filled me with such longing, I couldn’t get out of bed for two days.

I am terrified you’re going to walk away from me. ”

“You’re wrong, Amy. I’m not going anywhere.”

Phillip crushed her mouth with his. His fingers tangled in her hair as he turned her around and pressed her against the door. “I love you, Amy.”

“I love you.” She smiled, his forehead resting against hers.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and shoved her top up. “You’re having my baby.” His mouth pressed against the flat ridge of her belly, making her suck in a breath.

“Phillip. I’m pregnant and jobless now. Are you sure you want me?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He peppered kisses along the smooth skin. “I’ve got enough money you don’t have to work… or you can take Coach up on the offer. Up to you.” He stood, cradling her against his sturdy frame.

A knock on the door made them both jump. “Cross, you in there?” The coach’s voice carried through the wooden barrier.

“Let’s see what he wants, then get out of here.”

“Ok.”

They moved off the door and pulled it open. Coach Huckaby was standing in the hallway, smiling. “You get things sorted?”

“I think so.” Phillip looked down at her. “I know you said you didn’t want to be with me because I’m in the spotlight. But baby—the spotlight isn’t anything if you’re not standing there beside me. Say you’ll give me a chance. Let me love you, Amy.”

“He’s right, little lady. We need a gal like you on the team. Your magic fingers and my coaching skill could take us to the top. Think about it and let me know. You being pregnant doesn’t matter to me—which, by the way, congrats.”

Amy blushed, tucking herself against Phillip's side. “Thanks.”

“See you on the field Monday morning, Cross. The fellas will be glad to have you back. Only two weeks until the first game. Think you’ll be up to it?”

Phillip nodded his head emphatically. “You bet your ass I will.”

“Good. Now get that woman out of this place—and don’t worry about Dr. Spencer. I just reminded him I wouldn’t be sending any more players to him if he prevented me from getting Ms. Hunt on board as our personal trainer.”

“Wow. Thanks, Coach.” Amy leaned her head on Phillip's chest. “Phillip… I don’t care about you being in the spotlight.”

“You sure? Once you say yes to me, I won’t let go.”

“I’m sure. Take me home.”