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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
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 131: Wedding buddies
NOAH"Noah?" The voice behind me as I stood under the portico at the hotel was hesitant but oddly familiar. I turned around to see a drop-dead gorgeous total babe approaching me from the direction of the lobby. "Uh . . . Alison?" I croaked like a boy going through adolescence. "Hey. Um, wow. You look . . ." I gave a little cough to try to get my voice back under control. "Amazing." Her cheeks flushed a very pretty pink. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself. Actually, if I'm going for brutal honesty, you look a hell of a lot better than you did the last time I saw you."I grimaced. "Not hard to do. I was pretty wrecked that day." "Yeah, I know." She glanced around us. "So you're staying here, too?" "There wasn't a lot of choice. Emma said all of the out of town guests who weren't being put up by people in Harper Spring were coming to this hotel. It was nice of them to spring for the shuttle." "Nice, yes. A good idea, absolutely." Alison tilted her head. "Think about all
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 132: Beautiful
NOAH"And now, by the power vested in me by the state of Florida and by God Almighty, I now pronounce you man and wife." The minister beamed down at Emma and Deacon. "Deacon, son, you may kiss your bride." There was spontaneous applause among all of us witnessing the marriage, followed by a outburst of awwwws as Deacon framed Emma's glowing face with his hands and bent his head to kiss her. Next to me, Alison sighed, and I smiled. I got the sense that the good doctor liked people to think that she was impervious to things like romance and sentiment, but the expression on her face as our friends had made their vows gave lie to that idea. This was the first wedding I'd attended since Ang had died. I'd had a few invitations from teammates and cousins since her death, but I'd made an excuse for every single one. I'd known all along, though, that I couldn't miss Emma's big day. She was too good a friend for me to hurt her that way. In addition to our close friendship, she and Deacon
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 133: Seen
NOAH"You look beautiful.""Thank you," Alison was replying even as my mind was rushing to catch up. "I'm not usually . . ." She swept one hand down her front, and her cheeks went rosy. It was enticing. "I don't usually fuss. But I was so excited about this wedding." She shook her head a little. "You probably think it's silly." "No, I don't. I feel the same way. This . . . watching Emma and Deacon say I do, it was special. It's a day worth fussing for." Her smile stretched wider. "Thank you for saying that." We'd been together since later afternoon, catching up, talking about the ceremony, the music, the food. But it had taken me this long to say what had been playing in my head since the moment I'd first laid eyes on her today. "Alison . . . you are beautiful." I repeated the phrase with that slight, important difference. It seemed essential, given what she had just said. "Not just tonight, because you fussed. You just are." She stared at me, and a tic jumped in her cheek
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 134: Bar chat
ALISON"Wet Pussy." "Leg Spreader.""Sex in the Jungle.""Sex on the Farm." "No way. I call bullshit." Noah leaned back and scowled at me. "There's no such drink as Sex on the Farm. You just scrambled when you couldn't think of anything, and you riffed on my Sex in the Jungle." I pointed my finger at him. "You'd be wrong, mag man, because it just so happens there is so a cocktail of that name." He smirked. "Oh, really? What's in it? Hayseed and ninety proof?""Nope. It's made of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and orange juice." I smiled triumphantly. "What the hell does any of that have to do with a farm?" I shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe someone made it up on a farm. Or maybe because it has peaches, cranberries and oranges in it." "That doesn't make any sense." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you ever even drunk-you know, Sex on the Farm?""Oh, hell, yeah. I went through a long peach schnapps phase in college. One of my roommates made up a whole
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 135: Massive and magnificent
ALISONI tilted my head. "You don't need to do see me to my hotel room. I'm a big girl, Noah. I can take care of myself." "Honey, I have not one single doubt that what you say is true, but I was raised to see a lady home. Or to her hotel room, as the case may be. It doesn't mean I think you're less than capable. It just means I'm a gentleman." He took hold of my elbow and steered me out of the elevator car. "Besides, maybe I want the chance to talk to you a little longer." "Not that much longer, because my door's right here." I stopped in front of my room and fumbled for my key. "So not too far out of your way." "No." He turned to face me, leaning his shoulder against the jamb. "Not far enough.""Oh, really?" I played with the keycard in my hand. "I could've taken us around the long way if I'd known you wanted to drag out good-night." He stared down at me, his eyes clouded with what looked like indecision. "The crazy thing is, Alison . . ." He stopped and dragged one hand thr
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 136: Glory
ALISONAnd what glory it was.His ass was all muscle, so tight and almost without any give. His thighs were like tree trunks and just as unyielding as the sturdiest wood. And speaking of wood . . ."So good news," I choked out, my fingertips running lightly up and down his long, wide shaft. "No socks here. Consider my curiosity . . . satisfied." "God, I hope not," Noah rumbled. "Because I'm a long way from there.""Don't worry, mag man, I'm not planning on leaving you hanging." I closed my fingers around him and pumped a few times before I bowed my head to take just the tip between my lips, running my tongue in a teasing circle. "Mag man?" His voice was strained with effort, as though it was all he could do to get out the words. "You called me that earlier. What's it mean? Like a cave man? Not sure I'm flattered." "Not cave man, goof." I pulled my mouth off him for a moment with a pop. "Not Cro-Magnon, if that's what you're thinking. You . . . you're magnificent, Noah." I cra
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