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right in a past lifetime. But what would happen when they were done? Would she take everything she learned from him and use it on someone else? Of course she would. Why the hell wouldn’t she? His knee nearly buckled, and he grabbed the wall for support.
    “Your gait is off worse than ever,” his therapist said, jotting down a few notes on her clipboard.
    No shit.
    “Hurt my knee last night,” he said. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the reason he’d nearly ended up on the floor.
    She narrowed her eyes. “What were you doing that was so strenuous?”
    “Ah…” he stammered, and scrubbed his chin. “Let’s just call it extracurricular activities.”
    A grin curled her lips, and she shook her head. “Never mind. I don’t need the details.” She pointed to the bed, and he slid on. With a little extra sway in her hips, she dragged the TENS machine across the room. Jack flattened himself on the thin mattress as she put the stickers on his knee.
    “Comfortable?” she asked.
    He nodded, but she bent over him to adjust his pillow, anyway. Was the move innocent, or had she just blatantly put her breasts in his face? She inched back and slid one hand over his thigh, letting it rest there for a minute. Jack looked at the placement, the position far more intimate than it should have been for a patient/therapist relationship.
    “I was thinking,” she said, brushing her tongue over her bottom lip. She paused and adjusted the dials, running her fingers over the knobs casually.
    He put his hand under his head, waiting for her to continue. Finally he asked, “About?”
    “An extra session.” She flashed him a smile, then waved her hand around the sterile clinic. “If we want to get you up to speed before practice starts up, we should add in a few more sessions, don’t you think?”
    The sessions were kicking the shit out of him as it was, but if she thought he needed more, if she cared about him and his career enough to add extra sessions, he should at least hear her out. “What do you have in mind?”
    She looked over her shoulder at the closed door, then leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I don’t have any more openings here in the daytime, but I do have some equipment at my place. You could always come by.” She shrugged and gave him a sexy smile that spoke volumes. “And maybe a bottle of wine might help relax this leg and let me work on you a little harder.” Her gaze briefly brushed over his cock. “Really get in there, where it hurts.”
    His heart sank slightly, and his mood darkened. Katie didn’t really give a shit about helping him. Fuck, he’d pretty much told her he’d hurt himself during sex. Guess she figured what everyone figured—whoever he was with last night wasn’t serious. He was known to enjoy a good time, so really, was it his therapist’s fault for wanting to play with the player? Hell no.
    So why, all of a sudden, did that bother the fuck out of him? It wouldn’t have before. He knew where he stood with women. They all wanted something from him, and he was okay with that. Or was he? He wasn’t sure, but at least he knew the game and the score. His thoughts careered to Danielle. Was she any different? When it came right down to it, she was the same as any other woman he’d had in his bed. She’d asked for sex, nothing more. So then why did she seem to care about his injury, about him? Was she worried he wouldn’t be able to continue helping her, or could she actually see him —not the football player, but the man himself?
    He looked at Katie, who hovered close awaiting an answer. Any other time, he would have taken her up on her offer, would have buried himself in her balls-deep and had some fun for a few weeks. But he was with Danielle now. Technically, he wasn’t with Danielle, and he could fuck whoever the hell he wanted. Unfortunately, Danielle was the only one he wanted between the sheets, beneath his body.
    Fuck.
    A bone-deep need settled in his chest and