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Several minutes later, the doors slid open with a grudging sigh, and Cat stepped in, praying yet again that she wouldn’t get stuck in the damn thing.

She didn’t, and when the doors finally opened, she stepped out into another narrow hallway. Unlike the grand corporate offices, the offices in the arena

were small, cramped, and dark. Cat walked down the hall humming idly to herself until she came to the door she knew was Dylan’s. It was closed, but she

could see a sliver of light spilling through the bottom, so she knocked.

After the second knock, when there was no answer, she tried the door handle. It was unlocked, and with tentative force, she opened the door and stepped

inside.

The office was stark, with a battered desk, computer, and chair, and very little else. It was also empty.

There was another door directly opposite her, and Cat saw light from beneath that one as well. She cleared her throat. “Um…Coach? Coach Lambert? It’s

Cat. I’ve brought you back your….”

Before Cat could finish, the second door opened, and Dylan strode out, wet from the shower she’d just taken, and completely naked save for the towel

casually wrapped around her lean hips.

“….phone?” Cat squeaked as every muscle in her body locked. Except for her heart, which seemed to beat double time. A sudden influx of hormones caused

a full, head-to-toe flush to break across her body, and although her brain was sending urgent messages to her eyes, they were—thank you very much—

quite content to remain where they were; on Dylan’s magnificent breasts.

Dear God, get a grip! Her brain shouted, trying to urge locked muscles into action. You’ve seen naked women before! Hell, you even showered with a whole

group of them not more than a half hour ago!

Yeah, but none of those were Dylan Lambert.

The rest of her body happily agreed with this statement; her eyes most of all as they finally allowed slight movement and traced the tight, banded muscles

of Dylan’s belly, then swept up and across impossibly broad shoulders and along a wonderful neck, before coming back down to their favorite targets and

remaining there.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for this sinner now and….oh man…just now, please.

In reality, this entire internal dialogue had taken up less than two seconds, but to Cat, it seemed like an eternity. A very blissful eternity, but an eternity

nonetheless.

Dylan didn’t appear to notice the rapt perusal as she smiled a greeting to Cat while walking over to the desk upon which her clothes were stacked.

“I don’t know whether I should thank you or curse you for bringing that back,” Dylan remarked as she picked up a black T that sat on top of the stack. “I

haven’t missed the damn thing all weekend.”

The towel dropped away and Cat’s brain turned into hissing white static as the most beautiful posterior she’d ever seen in her life came fully into view.

“You’re awfully quiet this evening,” Dylan remarked, glancing quickly over her shoulder before shaking out her jeans. “Something wrong?”

The words, finally loosed, came in a rush. “Who me? No, nothing’s wrong. Not at all, no. Just came by to drop of your phone. Thanks, by the way.”

Dylan, now fully clothed save for her bare feet, turned and gave Cat a curious look. “For?”

Cat gave an embarrassed laugh. “For, you know, letting me use your phone. I was able to get to my mom before she left for the weekend. So…thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Dylan replied, reaching for her socks and boots.

Cat found herself at a rare loss for words, but her body was telling her, in no uncertain terms, that it wasn’t about to leave the room just yet. She scratched

the back of her neck, trying to order her thoughts. The task was, of course, impossible.

“So,” she finally got out. “Some game, huh?”

Dylan snorted. “Oh yeah. The Rolaids company called and asked me to be their CEO. Seems I made them more money tonight than the rest of the country

put together.”

Cat winced. “Sorry.”

Dylan shrugged. “Comes with the territory.”

“Yeah, well, I’d prefer it if we didn’t visit that territory too often, if it’s all the same to you.”

“I can live with that,” Dylan replied, chuckling. Now fully clad, Dylan retrieved the phone Cat had brought and stuffed it into her own duffel, which she then

slung over her shoulder. “Everything else going okay with you?”

Cat smiled brightly. “Oh yeah, just fine.” And she meant it, too.

“Good.” Dylan yawned. “Well, I’m ready to hit the bed. How ‘bout you?”

“Definitely! Bed sounds great!” She paused, then flushed again. “Mine, I mean. My bed. You know. Sleep….bed….” Her voice trailed off miserably as she

gave herself a sharp internal kick.

Chuckling, Dylan laid a casual arm around Cat’s shoulders and steered her in the direction of the door. “C’mon, Shortchange. Time to go home.”

Two days later, after a thankful weekend break, the Badgers were back at it, practicing hard to ensure that there would be no more “Pistols problems” as