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No Regrets, No Surrender(26)

By:Heather Long


They both sighed.

“We’re so fucked.” Zach chuckled.

“Yep.” Logan bobbed his head once. “We have to keep our focus on the prize. Get her better.”

“Yeah.” Who was he kidding? He was ready to jack off again thinking about all the things he shouldn’t do until she was better. His cock strained against the front of his jeans. Think about something else. “Who’s handling her PT?”

“Phillips.” Logan grimaced. “Captain ordered me off her case directly. Too much personal involvement. But I’ll be there. Moral support, ass kicking, whatever she needs.”

“Cool.”

The clock inched forward.

“Your kids got a game this weekend?”

“Three. Regional series against Plano.”

“Fin and Jace got it together yet?”

The short stop and outfielder were getting on Zach’s last nerve. The kids worked well enough in practice, but in their last three games they’d crashed together and fumbled with more errors than first time little leaguers.

“May have to move Fin from the outfield to first base. Jace thinks he has to beat Fin to the ball for some ass backward reason.” He should be out there working with them right now, but he’d turned the team over to Damon for the day. The chef may specialize in spicy foods, but he knew his baseball. Zach was where he wanted to be.

Mostly.

Considering where he really wanted to be was nibbling on the inside of Jasmine’s thighs and licking up the sweet cream of her pleasure as she orgasmed into his mouth. His cock hurt.

Baseball just wasn’t enough to get his mind off her.

“We need a plan, Logan.”

“We have a plan.” His best friend gave him a stern look. “We keep our schedules rotating so one of us is always with her. She does her PT. She sees Doc. She makes her neuro visits. We help her put herself back together.”

“Okay, that covers about two or three hours of her day, what about the rest of it?” On their one long weekend, they watched a lot of movies and had a lot more sex. Sex wasn’t on the approved list of activities and there were only so many movies a body could watch.

“Man, she’s gonna sleep. A lot, maybe even more than in the hospital. Physical therapy is going to take it out of her.” In that, Logan was the expert.

Zach didn’t remember Logan sleeping all the time, but once he’d been discharged from the hospital, he’d spent hours at the apartment while Zach worked. “Maybe I can take her to the field for practice some days. You know, get her out. Set her up in the shade.”

“Maybe. Does she even like baseball?”

The two stared at each other and Zach frowned. He had no idea. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“Twenty says she’s an Astros fan.” Logan preferred the National teams and their refusal to allow designated hitters.

“Rangers.” Jazz grew up near the Metroplex. She had to be a Rangers fan.

“Fifty says she hates the Cowboys.” Logan grinned. The man was a Redskins fan through and through.

“Done.” They shook on it and the door opened. The laughter drained out of Zach as Jazz eased her chair out the door. Exhaustion etched every pale line of her face. He stood still while she struggled.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Gunny.” The Doc’s expression remained neutral, betraying nothing of the session. “Logan, got a minute?”

“Sure.” Logan circled the coffee table, caressing Jazz’s cheek before following the Doc back into his office and closing the door.

“Hey.” Zach strangled the rioting urges in his body. “How you doing?”

“Tired. I wanted to try and go for another walk—roll—whatever.” She smacked her hand lightly against the chair. A glimmer of tears flashed in her eyes, but she blinked so rapidly and looked away that he wasn’t sure.

“Sounds like a plan. You want to wait for Logan or let him catch up?” Her refusal to meet his gaze hurt, but what the hell did he expect when he’d practically mauled her in the shower.

“We can wait.” She pulled her upper lip between her teeth. Her right hand drummed a cadence against the chair arm. “Is there water?”

“Yeah.” He closed the distance between them and tugged a pack off the back of her chair. They’d stuffed it with energy bars, water bottles, and a change of clothes—anything she might need while on the move.

She stared at the bag in confusion. “Did you tell me that was there?”

He shook his head slowly. “No. I was going to or maybe Logan was, but I don’t think we mentioned it.”

“Oh.” Relief crawled over her face.