Page 17 of Honey Undone
Fuck.
I zoned out thinking about Adeline pulling my hair and suddenly I needed a cold shower.
“Earth to loverboy,” Van called up to me from the bottom of the bleachers. I jumped from my position and cracked my shins against the row of seats in front of me. Van barked out a loud laugh. “Cosy wants dinner, you coming?”
“Just Cosy…” I shook out the pain and took the steps down toward him.
“Take it or walk home,” Van said plainly and I shrugged.
“I am kind of hungry,” I said and he threw his arm around me.
We waited for her by the truck and she appeared from the arena with a few girls on her tail. Cosy was a girl version of Van, funny, friendly. She was like the big sister none of us asked for but she had always been around. Her burgundy hair was pulled up into a bun and there was a nasty bruise forming on the inside of her arm.
She turned to say goodbye and that’s when Adeline stepped out into the light of the parking lot. I straightened out against the truck and Van followedmy eyeline to where she talked to his sister quietly. Her hair was damp and loose, covering the bandage over her eyebrow but her smile filled my chest with unbearable warmth.
“You’re like a cat in heat, relax,” Van started to laugh and slapped my chest.
Adeline swung a busy, heavy looking keychain in her hand and waved bye to Cosy, her eyes scanning over the lot until she found Van first and waved. I held my breath as she spotted me. Her smile turned into a soft smirk, and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
She stopped in her tracks, staring me down and even though every muscle and nerve in my body was screaming at me to go over to her. I forced myself to play it cool, shrugging one of my shoulders and turning my attention to Cosy as she approached us.
Adeline stood in the corner of my eye line for a moment longer before she shook her head and wandered through the lot to her car.
“Shotgun,” Cosy said, pushing me out of the way and climbing into the front of the truck. Usually I’d fight her on it but I didn’t care today. I waited another couple of seconds watching Adeline get into her car before I slid across the back seat of the truck.
SARAH
“Idon’t think you’ll need another surgery.” Silas Shore dug his fingers into my quad above my knee and I fought to hide the wince as he did. “Stop pretending that doesn't hurt, I’m being rough on purpose,” he said, not looking up from my knee in his hands.
Silas was handsome, in that‘wow if I had a thing for an older man’kind of way. His brown hair was sprinkled with grey here and there and his voice was lower, huskier than most of the other guys around campus.
The Hillcats had lucked out that he was willing to take on more clients. He was a busy guy, anytime I saw him outside the stadium he was rushing around, never having enough time to talk to anyone. But when we sat down in his office he became a different person. Softer, attentive and careful with his clients.
It was clear that his favorite place to be was here.
He was funny too, funnier than he had the right to be.
“Is there pain when you’re playing?” He asked, finally looking up as he pushed back from the table and into his chair. He turned to his computer and plugged something in before giving me his attention again.
“It’s a contact sport, Doc,” I laughed a little, shifting on the edge of the bed as he eyed me knowingly. “A little, but that’s par for the course. I can’t take a hit without pain.”
“I’m more concerned about pain when you’re running,” he scowled, his eyes darting down the small scar that already sliced my skin from the first surgery.
“Not that I can tell, but usually my adrenaline is so high…” I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Right,” he ran his hand over his face and nodded, clearly trying to come up with a solution. “We’re going to start doing cardio during our meeting, here at the stadium. I want to stress test the muscle, I’d rather something go wrong here than out on the field. The staff is good but—” he turned back to the computer to type some more.
“Not snapped muscles good,” I joked and he sighed. “Sorry, not funny.”
“Remind me of your schedule for the week?” He said with a small stretch of his shoulders to work out the tiny yawn that fell from his lips.
“Wednesday, Friday are games. Practices in between, I work most days until four but I can come by after on Thursday? I can just tell Coach why I’m missing practice… Or Sunday.” I offered.
“Sunday doesn’t work for me, but Thursday will have to. I’ll move some things around and we’ll get you in here,” he said without looking over at me.
“Thursday works,” I said.
“Do you need a note to get out of practice?” He asked me, adjusting in his seat to look at me. I gave him a head shake and a smile. “Alright.” He stood from his chair and helped me from the bed, my knee a little sore from his inspection of it. “Careful,” he warned, not letting go of my hand until I showed him that it was fine with a tiny hop.
