The Quarterback's Baby

Coach Thomas said that he was worried about Se-bastian for next season, and he wanted me to do some tests to get him up to scratch over the summer. The last doctor did a half-ass job and players were dropping like flies because he wasn't revealing the extent of their inju-ries. He spent most of his time boozing and it had taken the club the whole season to figure this out. It was com-pletely unethical. There was so much political maneuver-ing and backhanding in medicine that no one wanted to rat him out. I thought that it had been bad in the hospi-tal! I suppose I was naive to think that it would be any different in the sporting industry. Maybe being a sports doctor wasn't such a good idea, but I had no choice: I needed the money. I was hired last week, and my first assignment was to get their all-star quarterback player back on the field for the whole season. Everyone was cheering for me to get in the damn pool."Sebastian, it's me."Then this blue-eyed guy with really tight

I kept tabs on her, saw her career blooming and I was proud to know that the shy girl who'd had such low self-esteem when it came to her academic studies had blossomed into one of the top reporters in New York. "You know Sebastian has got a lot on his mind; you just have to give him a chance."She nodded as if she was telling me, rather than asking me, to give him another try. I had already decided that I was going to tell Coach Thomas that Sebastian was jeopardizing his recovery by partying and then let him suffer the consequences. After all, I was his doctor, not his babysitter. "I need this job," I pleaded with her, because I couldn't cover for him as it would be unethical. I had just reconnected with her. Now that we were in the same town. I didn't want us to fall apart again. "So does he." She paused before continuing. "He's scared that this could be the end of the road for him. He's been under the doctor's knife so many times and he's taken more meds than candy at a ca

I had held my phone in my hand for the last twen-ty minutes with only one thing on my mind, and that was to call Emma and apologize for what had happened last night. I had managed to grab her card from Mason. The stripper was good, real good at stripping. But I'd lost track of what she was doing, thinking about Emma in my house. She had really brought it all back home. The girl that I'd met when I dropped my big sister at college-and hadn't stopped thinking about since then-had walked back into my life. That wasn't something you forgot about in a heartbeat. My parents used to tease me about wanting to go to see my big sis at college all the time. Sure, Sophia and I were close when she was at home. She used to drop me at practice and all that kind of considerate stuff that a big sister would do. But when I first met Emma, she felt like she had put me under her spell or something. I just wanted to go back to that col-lege every damn weekend. Now I thought about it, Emma was my inspira

"Strippers, again!" I said as soon as we were in our suite of the Wynn Las Vegas Casino Hotel. Mason must have shares in strip joints or something 'cause he never seemed to have a problem booking one. "What's up with you?" I play-punched Mason to let him know that I was thinking more about the adrena-line of losing money and winning on the tables. About drinking too much and perhaps flirting with the odd girl. Seeing another stripper just brought Emma to mind. It had made me laugh when Mia accused Emma of having work done. When I used to visit Sophia in college, every guy wanted a piece of Emma. Even since she was nine-teen, she had those same big boobs and ass to match. Shit, I knew it was all natural and as a teen, I was hot for her. I was young, and she was like this goddess that used to share a room with my sister. Back then she had glasses and whenever she used to sway her long dark hair back to get it out of her eyes, it only made my crush even worse. Now I was all grown up

What was it about the roulette table? Even when you don't want women to hang around you, they see you winning, and they swarm around you like bees to honey. It was only nine, so it was pretty early for Vegas. I had been to Vegas a few times, so I knew my way around. But no matter how much they updated the hotel, the people never changed.Mason was acting suspicious; checking out his phone all the time. Then he'd be looking around as if he was on the lookout for someone. I was just about to ask him if the stripper-or strippers, if Mason had hired one for all of us-were due to meet us at the table or some-thing. But then Paul won and was jumping up and down as if he had made a touchdown. In the midst of it all, I saw who Mason was looking out for as I saw Sophia ap-proaching our table slowly. My eyes darted in his direc-tion, but he ignored me."Who won? Who won?" Sophia said I ignored her question. "What are you doing here?""Me?" she asked innocently while putting her ha