Coping Skills (Players of Marycliff University Book 5) by Jerica MacMillan

Author:Jerica MacMillan [MacMillan, Jerica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Daniel felt sleepy, and the worried looks he kept getting from Elena wrapped him in warmth. If she worried about him, that meant she cared about him. He kept his eyes closed and the seat partly reclined the whole way home. He’d tried to get Elena to take the front, but she’d insisted that his longer legs would be more comfortable there and that she’d take the back. When he’d suggested that he lie down in the back, she’d vetoed that idea, insisting that he had to be in a seat with a seatbelt. She’d grumbled about him reclining the seat, but had let it go when he brought it up some.

A smile played over his lips at her concern. What he really wanted was to get home and get to bed. He needed a shower first, and then he wanted to turn off all the bright lights that kept stabbing at his eyes, making the throbbing in his head worse, and sleep forever, with Elena snuggled against him. That sounded like his own personal version of heaven right now.

Daniel cracked his eyes open when he felt them bump over the familiar entrance to their apartment complex.

Coop slid into his assigned spot and killed the engine. “You gonna be able to make it upstairs on your own, or do you need help?”

Rubbing a hand over his head, Daniel thought about it. “I think I can manage. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

Coop flashed a grin and climbed out of the car. Elena’s door opened and closed before his fingers found the door handle and pulled it open. Even though they’d assured him at the hospital that he had no bleeding or swelling, his head felt like it floated somewhere about six inches above his body, and his brain felt too big for his skull. It made his movements as sluggish as his thoughts.

When he pushed the door open and put his feet on the asphalt, his cleats less steady on the smooth surface than they were on turf, Elena stood in front of him, her mouth a tight line, her brows drawn together forming a wrinkle in her forehead.

He reached a hand out to her. “Hey. I’m fine.”

That made her lips compress more, but she nodded, holding out a hand. He took it, because she offered. If it had been Coop he would’ve ignored him. But he couldn’t turn down Elena’s help. Each time she looked worried or stayed close to him, he smiled. He couldn’t help it, and didn’t want to. His smiles only made her look more worried, though, so he tried not to keep grinning like a wacko. No need to make her think he’d lost his mind when he got kicked in the head.

Damn. You’d think a football helmet would do a better job of protecting against that.

“The helmet only helps with the exterior trauma. Without the helmet you’d probably have cleat marks in your forehead or something. But it doesn’t stop concussions.

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