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NOAHI'd known Tampa's head coach for about four years now. When I'd been traded here from Houston, I'd quickly realized that Dale Briars wasn't the fatherly huggy bear that my previous team's coach had been; no, Coach Briars was all business, brisk and no nonsense. But I'd also found out that he was inherently fair-minded. He gave every player the best shot possible, and even when we screwed up, as we were all wont to do, he might have yelled his fool head off at us, but he also made sure we got the help we needed-and a second chance. I hadn't told my team about Angela's illness for quite a while. She'd been diagnosed early in my tenure with Tampa, and since we were just finding our footing in our new home with our new team family, she didn't want me to be known as the new guy with the sick wife. No matter how much I protested, she had been adamant. So for months, I struggled to keep a happy smile on my face. I didn't break down at practice, and I did my damnedest to leave all of
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 124: Kidnapped
ALISON"Uh-oh, I think we have a problem here." Stepping into the exam room with my shadowing NP and closing the door behind us, I pretended to consult the tablet in my hand, frowning. "I'm supposed to see Sadie Baxter in here, and I can't find her." Ignoring the woman sitting on the exam table with her arm around a small dark-haired girl, I squatted and peered beneath the desk, the chair, and the table itself. "I'm right here!" The little girl giggled, pulling her feet up and wrapping her arms around her bent legs. "No, that can't be right." I shook my head. "Sadie Baxter is a baby who cries when I try to weigh and measure her. She's not a big grown-up lady like you." "I am! I'm a big girl now. I'm not a baby." Feigning suspicion, I bent over and stared into the child's gleeful face. "Hmmmm. You do seem to have the same beautiful brown eyes that Sadie has. And that smile. . . well, it looks awfully familiar, too." I glanced at Jana Baxter. "And this is definitely Sadie's
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 125: Ladies who have tea
ALISON"All right, I admit it. This place is lovely." I sipped tea from my paper-thin china cup and sighed in contentment. "Tell me why we haven't done this before. Little sandwiches, scones, and three levels of the most delicious pastries . . . this is heaven." "Well, I'd do the I told you so dance, but I'm too busy letting this clotted cream give me an orgasm." Darcy popped a corner of her scone, covered with the fluffy cream, into her waiting mouth. "So good." She moaned her appreciation. Emma and I exchanged indulgent smiles. Darcy had been a fairly quiet, serious, hardworking nurse practitioner when I'd arrived in Harper Springs. But since reigniting an old flame with her football-player first love, getting pregnant and married, she'd definitely loosened up."I wonder if they'd consider catering my bridesmaids' luncheon," Emma mused, nibbling on a cookie. "I planned to do it at the farm, but I don't want Anna to cook-not that I don't love her food, I do-but I'd like it if sh
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 126: House hunting
NOAH"Hey. Noah, right? Do you have a second?" I paused just outside the door to the weight room, turning to see who was calling me. When I realized who it was, I forced myself not to grimace. "Ah, sure." I let go of the door's handle and shifted the bag on my shoulder. "Good to see you again, Ms. Connors." "Please. It's Juliet." She glanced around the wide hallway. The place was busy since practice was scheduled to begin in a couple of hours. "Can we go sit down over by the windows?" I nodded my assent and followed Juliet a few yards down to a rounded nook made up of solid glass. The view from there was spectacular at night, taking in the city lights. A couple of chairs faced the windows. Juliet sank into one, and I dropped my bag to the floor and took the other. "It's kind of bustling around here today, isn't it?" She peered around me to look at a bunch of guys shouting insults to each other as they headed down the open steps. "Yeah, most of us like to maximize our hours
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 127: Bedside Manner
ALISON"But he's going to be okay, right, Doc? We caught it in time?" I squeezed the bony hands of the woman sitting next to me in the family waiting room on the med-surge floor at Tampa General. "Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Rooney. Thanks to you insisting that your husband come in to see me, and the two of us getting him to the hospital fast enough, I don't expect there to be any complications. Appendectomies are fairly straightforward procedures these days. And since the appendix hasn't ruptured, that's a point in our favor." "Oh, thank you so much, Dr. Wakely. I just don't know what we would have done without you." Tears trembled on her eyelashes. "No other doctor would've opened up the office on a Sunday just to see one patient." "Well, if I'd realized what was going on, I might have just made a house call and saved you the trip. But it's probably good I didn't, since it was easier to get Mr. Rooney here from my office." "That's true. I'm not sure we could've gotten him here in tim
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 128: Pain management
ALISONWhen I opened the curtain next to his bed, Noah's eyes were closed and his breath was coming fast. Sweat dotted his forehead. It was so incredibly frustrating that I couldn't do anything to help him-nothing but sit here and hold his hand. "Hey." I spoke softly so as not to startle him. "I'm back." "Yeah." His voice was gravelly, and he coughed a little. "What's the news?""Well . . ." I decided to lead with the positive. "I talked to the doctor in charge of your care for now, and she's sending an order for more pain meds. The nurse should be here soon with that." "Okay. That's good." His eyes met mine, and I wanted to cry when I saw the helpless fear there. "What about my leg? What are they saying about it? Are they going to set it or something? Surgery?" I took a deep fortifying breath. "They sent for the orthopedic doctor who usually deals with this kind of injury. Apparently, he's the top of the field. The best of the best." I was babbling and making up some of this
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 129: Benched
NOAH"Spencer! What's your lazy ass doing laying around when we've got a game this Thursday night?" Coach bellowed as he stalked into my hospital room, and I winced slightly, imagining that other patients up and down the hallway were wondering who'd let a bull moose loose in the hospital. "Sorry, Coach. Looks like I'll have to sit out Thursday night's game, but I hope I'll be back on the field in the next couple of weeks." I answered him with as much confidence as I could muster, even knowing all the while that it was mostly bravado. There was no way I'd be playing football for at least a couple of months. If we managed to get into postseason play, there was maybe a chance I'd be ready to go back, but for now, my doctor was making no promises. "Yeah, so I hear." Coach crossed his arms over his chest and glowered. "That hit got you good. Cruyholder, the guy who took you down-he's been mea culpaing all over the fucking place since Sunday." He shrugged. "Not that there was anything h
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 130: Stretching
ALISONMy therapist's office was situated in a lovely old Victorian house down a residential street in Bayerton, about ten minutes from where I lived. My doctor in Philadelphia had recommended Brooke Slater, with whom she'd worked in a large Richmond, Virginia practice years ago before my former doctor had moved north and Brooke had gotten married and relocated to Florida. In the two years I'd been seeing Brooke for bi-monthly sessions, we'd developed a friendly sort of relationship that didn't violate the patient-therapist boundaries-but that at the same time made me feel more comfortable about sharing my deepest thoughts with her. Sometimes our conversation before or after my visits wandered into something more akin to girlfriend chatter. Today was such a day. I'd taken advantage of my short day at the office to drive into Tampa for some shopping before rushing back to Bayerton for my late-afternoon appointment with Brooke, and on impulse, I carried the large paper bag from the
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