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stupid.
    Once she’d sent Garrick and the rest of the players off to
run through their training programs, she stopped by the gym to check in on
everyone. Then she went to see Mark.
    It sucked to bring him more shit to deal with the day before
they left on a road trip to Nova Scotia, but she’d promised herself, and more
or less promised Garrick, that she would address it.
    Standing outside Mark’s door, she watched how his hands
tugged at his hair while he reviewed whatever numbers were on the spreadsheet
before him. She considered leaving it until the bus ride tomorrow.
    Tempting, but she’d need that time to get organized for the
days and games to come. Now was her best chance.
    She left Mark’s office a half hour later, sealing off his
stream of muttered curses as she closed the door behind her. Mark was a nice
man, but his hands were tied. Bobby hadn’t laid a finger on her since that day
in her office, and the “accidental” body slam the other night, about which he
had professed absolute innocence.
    She sighed as she made her way back to her office. It was
going to be a long season if she couldn’t figure out a way to get Bobby off her
ass. She didn’t know where to begin and had no one she could ask. If she called
her parents for advice, they’d have a seizure. And any one of her six brothers
could be counted on to drive to Moncton and attempt to remove Bobby’s black
heart. Through his nostrils.
    Settling in at her desk, she took a chance her best friend,
Grace, would answer her phone in the middle of the day. She hung up a while
later feeling immeasurably better. Grace didn’t have any answers either, but it
had been good to tell someone what was going on. She’d even managed to deftly
deflect all suggestions and innuendos regarding Garrick.
    Now, sitting alone in her office, a few of those suggestions
wandered through her mind. She cursed Grace for giving her imagination so much
fodder. She hadn’t slept well last night as it was, and now her tired body felt
twitchy and hot.
    She just about jumped out of her skin when Garrick said
“hello” from no more than two feet behind her.
    “Hi!” Leaping from her chair, she yanked her fleece down
over her butt and thighs.
    He lifted one brow. “You doing okay?”
    “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
    His warm brown eyes met hers and she struggled not to do
something ridiculous like squirm or try to push her fleece down to her knees. Her
face was warm, no doubt flushed, and the rest of her body felt sensitive. Swollen.
    “No reason,” he said, watching her closely. “I just came in
to see if I was allowed to have two more ibuprofen now that I’ve been a good
doobie and done all my work.”
    She laughed as she moved to the cabinet, grateful for the
distraction. “You make me sound like a grade school teacher.”
    Garrick cleared his throat. “You definitely don’t remind me
of any grade school teacher I ever had.”
    She was about to ask what he meant by that but bit off the
question when Bobby stepped through her door. She shot Garrick a look to warn him.
    “What do you want, Bobby?” Garrick’s cold stare and arctic
tone couldn’t possibly have been less welcoming. Savannah smiled into her
medicine chest.
    “My elbow hurts, and she said I should have it
wrapped before practice.”
    Savannah turned, speaking before Garrick could. “Yes, of
course, Bobby. Please have a seat.”
    Bobby eyed Garrick, who stared back. Tension hovered in the
air around them, climbing until she worried they would come to blows. She couldn’t
relax, even when Bobby relented and flopped into the chair he hadn’t deigned to
sit in for months.
    She went to Garrick and dropped the two pills in his palm. “Here
you go.” She smiled up at him, her back to Bobby, and mouthed thank you .
“Let me know how you’re feeling later and we can talk about what’s next.”
    He dutifully moved toward the door. In truth, she wanted to
beg him to stay, but she couldn’t hand that