Page 55 of Scoring Chance

“There’s Tiny!” I looked over my shoulder to see Tony and Kevin, the stars of the Cougars, towering in the doorway.

I smiled and laughed. “I was hoping we’d moved past that by now.”

Tony shook his head. “No way. Tiny and mighty will never be forgotten.”

Kevin chuckled, a low deep sound. “Thanks for coming in again, Amelia. Having another set of eyes during training has been really helpful. We can’t afford any more injuries, and the guys actually listen to you.”

I did my best to remain professional and not let the fact that one of the best players in the league was talking to me like we were friends. “Of course. I like working with you guys.”

Tony slid onto an open table and pointed at his shoulder. “Right here, Tiny.”

I went through the motions of tapping his shoulder. I’d started coming to their daily workouts before practice in addition to their home games. In the past few weeks, we’d formed a routine. “How’s the knee?”

He shrugged. “Not too bad.”

“Do you want to tape it or do you still like using a sleeve?” I questioned as I motioned for him to bend it over the table.

“I prefer the sleeve.”

I nodded and watched carefully as he bent and straightened it. I patted the top of his knee. “You’re good.”

He smiled as he hopped off the table. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

“Good luck tonight.”

Kevin took his place and pulled off his shirt. I swallowed at the sight of his rippling muscles. Oh boy.

“Still having problems?” I was proud that my voice didn’t shake as I reached for a different sized tape.

“Not too bad, but this still helps.”

It turned out to be quite useful that I knew their injuries since I didn't have to ask questions about where and how to tape. I replicated what I did for every game and told myself not to rub his back more than necessary. “Feel okay?”

He smiled at me, and I may or may not have sighed. “It’s great thanks.”

I followed his hand as he raised it over his defined chest and ran his fingers through his dark hair and watched me as I crossed the room.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” He stood and pulled his warm up shirt back on.

I smiled and watch him leave.

“Someone’s got a crush.” The whispered voice in my ear made me jump. I spun and came face to chest with a very muscular, very shirtless man.

I let out a squeak and stared up at Chris Harper. The one Madi had warned me about when I first started working at the clinic. She was right. Not only did he flirt endlessly, but he tried daily to set me up with someone. I was running out of excuses.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you waiting.”

He grinned down at me like a cat that found a mouse. “A little difficult when you’re so focused on one thing.”

I took a step back and ignored his quiet laughter. “How can I help you?”

He leaned back against the counter and lifted a knee. “Just need this one taped.”

I hurried to get what I needed while he moved himself so his leg was resting on the table. I laid the tape next to him and mentally chastised myself for being so engrossed in a client.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Kevin has that effect on most women.”

I blinked up at him and shook my head. “Madi told me to tell you hi.”