Page 118 of Nailing Heat

“Hey, man,” I reply. I clear my throat and walk over to him. “I’ll be checking out Amelia when she comes in today and I can do the therapy with her too.”

“Oh, okay, sure. Did I do something to cause the switch?” Lucas asks me.

I shake my head, “No, man, not at all. I asked if I could take alook is all to evaluate her progress. You can have her back after today.” Unless she takes me back, but I keep that part to myself.

“Okay,” he says slowly.

“It’s okay, Lucas, you’re doing a great job here. Relax, man, I want to check on her. In the meantime, can you please check on Carrie’s hamstring? Coach Watts said she’s been sluggish lately in her runs and that’s unlike her. I’m worried there’s some pain there.”

He grins wide and lets out a breath. “Sure, I can do that.”

“Thanks, man.” I tell him.

Lucas leaves, and I review the notes that he left from her last session. A knock at the door pulls me from my reading. There she stands. Looking like an angel. Her long blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She’s wearing her Blaze jersey; number thirty-one prominently displayed on her chest.

I grin as soon as I see her. “Hey there, come on in.”

She smiles back and makes her way into the training room. “Hi.” Amelia’s brown eyes are shining brightly at me. Slowly, she makes her way over to me. “Where would you like to start?”

It’s a simple question and an appropriate one, but my thoughts are anything but. I want to tell her that I’d like to start by taking her into my arms and kissing her gently. Gentle is how our kisses always started but they ended up being fierce and frantic.

I look her over and say, “Please hop up on the table if you can. If not, I can help you.”

She nods and slowly turns so that her back is to the table. Pushing herself up, she sits and turns her body so that her legs are stretched out. “Would you like me to lie back or am I good like this?”

I take a moment to take in her body. I have to get my thoughts out of the gutter because the only thing I want to do is take her in my arms and show her how much she means to me. But I don’t.

“You’re good like that,” I stammer.

She grins at me and says, “Okay, I can do that.”

I step up to the table. I can smell the scent of her perfume; it’s flowery and sweet like she is. My palms begin to sweat, and my hands shake as I reach for the brace and being to unstrap it. The sound of my breathing picking up and the sounds of the Velcro coming loose are the only sounds in the room. I sigh and examine the knee.

“Is everything okay with it?” she asks, her voice low in the quiet room.

My eyes turn and meet hers. I see the trepidation there and I shake my head. “It looks a bit swollen, but that is to be expected. Other than that, it looks good.”

“That’s good.” Amelia leans forward so that her shoulder is touching my arm. “Do you think I can try walking without the crutches soon?”

I turn my attention from her knee and look her in the eyes. “I’m not sure where we’re there yet. But you’re on the right track, peach.” The nickname slips out without me even thinking of it. I watch her face, waiting for a reaction to it. She smiles.

“Well, football, I hope we can get there soon,” she uses my nickname, and her voice is full of innuendo.

I turn so that my body is facing her, resting my hip on the side of the table. “Are you doing your exercises at home?”

She grins at me. “Yes, I am.”

I smirk. “Good, that’s good. I’m glad you’re keeping up with our plan.”

“I wouldn’t stop it because the wife showed up,” she admits.

I nod. It’s a fair point and I can’t blame her for calling me on it. “Good, I’m glad.” I stammer out.

“You said that already.” She laughs and watches me.

I look away from the heat of her stare and laugh uncomfortably. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Are you uncomfortable being here with me, Dex? Because Ican ask Lucas to come back in here and check me out.” Her voice has a sexy, sultry tone to it.