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“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll think differently about all this tomorrow, but for right now….” She shook her head. Then, for the first time tonight, a genuine smile

curved her lips. “You told me I was free to follow my heart, right?”

Dylan nodded.

“Good,” she replied, pulling her lover in close, “because right now, my heart wants a big bowl of ice cream, a long soak in your Jacuzzi, and you, naked.”

“Ohhhh, darlin, your heart can have whatever it wants, any place, any time.”

“Good. Then let’s get changed and get the hell out of here.”

“Right behind you.”

Before they could leave, however, Dylan made a farewell speech to her team. “...and you should all be proud as Hell over what you managed to

accomplish. Not just tonight, but through the entire season. You became more than what you started out as. You became a team, the best damn team in

the league. You comported yourself with style and grace, flair and good sportsmanship. And when you look back on this night some day, years from now,

you’ll see that it, more than any other, was the point that you went from being simple ballplayers to being champions.” She gave a fond smile to each

member. “As a result of what happened here tonight, there are going to be some changes, changes that you’ll be hearing about shortly. Basically, this

team is being dissolved and the owner is stepping down. Any one of you who want out of your contracts will be allowed out, free and clear. You’ll be back

on the open market, and believe me, with what you showed everyone out there today, you’re all going to be fielding a lot of phone calls.”

“What about you, coach?” Chaney asked.

“That…remains up in the air. But I’m not worried about it, and none of you should be either, alright?”

There was some grumbling over this, but a look from ‘the Goddess’ quieted it instantly. “I just wanted to tell you all that I’ve been proud, damn proud, to be

associated with each and every one of you. You’re a helluva team, and I wish you nothing but good luck and smooth sailing wherever your careers take you.

Thanks for taking me on this trip with you.”

As one, the team stood and began to chant Dylan’s name. Even though they hadn’t won, champagne corks popped and they were soon dousing one another

with the bubbly liquid, laughing and cheering as if they’d taken the whole thing.

Cat joined in the laughter as she watched her lover use her much vaunted defensive skills to stay, for the moment, out of the fracas. She was right, Cat

thought with a sense of surprise. That jerk could keep us from winning, but he could never make us lose.

And with her spirits thusly buoyed, she waded into the fray, a freshly popped champagne bottle ready for dumping on the most beautiful woman she knew,

inside and out. Screw you, Johnson, and screw you basketball. There’s finally something in my heart more important than the both of you could ever be.

And then, she pounced.

The END

EPILOGUE

“Dylan?”

“Mmn?”

Grinning, Cat fanned herself with her open copy of “Alabama Coaches Monthly”. Lowering her sunglasses just slightly, she turned her head to fully take in

the view of the woman beside her. Lying on her belly in a seaside lounge chair, Dylan Lambert was the posterchild for clean living. Toned almost black by

the constant sun, the white thong part of her bathing suit left nothing to the imagination, and Cat spent a good few minutes mapping every curve and

valley of the long body stretched out before her. The tiny straps that held her top—what there was of it—up were, of course, untied to permit even tanning,

and Cat found herself half-hoping that a loud noise or something would startle her somnolent lover enough to have her come up from her position.

Then she looked over that the small groups of men and women who continued to dart looks her dark lover’s way and nixed that hope for good and all.

Mine, she thought to herself. Allll mine.

Turning her head toward Cat, Dylan cracked her sun sensitive eyes just the slightest bit open. “Did you need something?”

Cat smirked. “Oh, the many ways I could answer that particular question. However, since we’re in public right now, I just was wanting to tell you that I saw

an ad here for a coach over at St. Catherine’s Girl’s High. The candidate has to have a teaching degree too. I think they want them doing the Health classes

or something.”

Dylan chuckled. “Your mom will think she’s died and gone to heaven. You…teaching. In a Catholic girl’s school even.”

“Mm. You have a point there.”

“Is it something you’re considering?”

“I don’t know. Guess it’s good to keep my options open.”

“True.”

As Dylan’s eyes slipped closed, Cat thought back on the past three weeks of her life. True to her lover’s prediction, no more than two days had passed

since the championship game when her phone began ringing off the hook. Seemed that every single coach and owner in the league wanted to talk to her.

She’d even been surprised by the number of calls coming from outside the United States. Teams from Spain, France, Germany and Japan were hustling to