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That earned her a full body hug from muscles that were still trembling. With a sweet smile, she burrowed in, needing nothing more than to listen to Dylan’s

heart as it slowly, valiantly calmed.

Cat woke up from a short doze, blinked, and lifted her head, chuckling lightly.

“What?” Dylan asked, her own voice muzzy.

“I can’t believe we just made love on your office couch. In the middle of the day. When anyone could have walked right in and had themselves an eyeful.”

“Nah,” Dylan replied, stretching her long body taut, then collapsing back against the damp leather. “Made sure the door was locked.” One blue eye popped

open. “I think.”

Cat’s head jerked up, eyes wide. “Dylan!?!”

Dylan laughed and gathered her lover close. “Just kidding. I gave the office staff the rest of the day off, remember?”

“Hardly,” Cat snorted. “My mind wasn’t exactly on conversation at the time.”

“Mm. You’re right.” The husky purr threatened spark the bonfire once again, and she groaned.

“You realize that the coach has made it quite impossible for her point guard to practice today, don’t you?”

“Practice started an hour ago,” Dylan replied, then tightened her hold on her lover to prevent Cat from bolting. “Relax, sweetheart. I already called us in

sick.”

“Sick?! You called us in sick!?”

Dylan lifted her head and peered down at her companion, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather I told them the truth?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“’Course I am.” Long arms tightened around Cat as she shivered. “Cold?”

“As hard as it is for me to believe, seeing as I’m lying on top of a thermonuclear furnace, yeah. A little.”

“Guess we should get up and put on some clothes, then.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Dylan chuckled. “Well, I know of another way we could warm up.”

“Don’t start. It’ll be hard enough for me to walk out of here under my own power as it is. We keep this up, and you’ll be calling me out ‘sick’ for the rest of

the week!”

“And that would be a bad thing…why?” Lowering her head, Dylan captured her lover’s tender lips, tracing them with the very tip of her fluttering tongue

before delving inside and tasting her sweetness.

“Sick days rule,” Cat murmured as they finally eased apart, gaining purchase on slippery flesh and welcoming Dylan’s long frame on top of her.

Cat sat on the bench with her head down and her eyes closed. This was the game, the game she had been anticipating and dreading all at the same time.

This was the game that would decide the Badgers’ fate. A win would send them to the play-offs. A loss would keep them from the championship this year

and they would do their best to finish out the year on a high note.

Cat knew it wasn’t true in the long run, but she felt like this game would make or break her professional career. As a rookie, if she could help her team with

this win, she would be set; if they lost she would bet that Horace would find a reason to get rid of her. By contract he couldn’t fire her but he could sure as

hell trade her to some team that had five fans.

In her current contemplative state, she was barely aware of the chatter around her. Her teammates were their normal, boisterous selves. They were

laughing, singing and doing their normal pre-game dances as they prepared to go out and play. She looked up when Chaney went dancing by and nudged

her knee. Continuing to scan the room she could see Dylan in her office on the phone, which was not unusual though the look on her face was. Cat could

tell Dylan Lambert was not a happy camper.

Bet she’s talking to Horace. Cat sighed, feeling sorry for her lover and the fact that the woman had to play buffer between the players and the asshole who

owned the team.

She did manage to smile to herself, safe and secure in the knowledge that no matter what this game might bring, she and Dylan were all right. They had

talked, she had cried, they had made up and Chaney had been right. The make up sex was wonderful.

She glanced down at her shoes, which she still hadn’t bothered to tie. Reaching down she pulled the laces together in tight knots, making sure that they

wouldn’t come undone during play. She wiggled her toes in her shoes and took a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves. No matter what happens,

everything will be fine. One way or the other.

The arena was filled to capacity and as the team entered the cheers and screams of the fans was deafening. Cat wondered briefly if she would be able to

play with all the noise, then she realized she had been doing it all season. This game shouldn’t be any different.

Quit making excuses for why you might blow this game and get your butt out there and win this thing. Win it for yourself; win it for Dylan and most of all

win it for the team and the fans.

The house lights went down and the music started. The game was on.

Cat watched as her teammates moved the ball down the court. Seven minutes into the first half they were down by two. It hadn’t helped that the opposing