Harlequin Medical Romance January 2016, Box Set 2 of 2 by Emily Forbes

Author:Emily Forbes
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781459294455
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“CAN YOU SEE who it is?” Ali went onto her tiptoes, as if that would help her see through the thick wall of uniforms surrounding a player on the ground.

The referee looked to their side of the pitch and made a signal.

“One of ours. Head injury. I’ll take it,” Aidan replied grimly as he grabbed his bag and began to jog toward the huddle of players.

Grim was the only tone he’d been using lately, and work was the only thing that was helping him get through the day. Not that he wished his players ill—but focusing on them was a damn sight easier than thinking about his father’s impending arrival. It had churned up just about every bit of history he’d worked so hard to tamp down into the past.

And being away from Ali hadn’t brought the balm of Alone Time he’d thought it would. The only thing he’d achieved was a first-class foul mood.

A couple of nights on his own had seemed sensible—pragmatic. Time to rebuild the protective barrier around his heart. If his father fell to pieces again he wasn’t so sure how strong a support system he would be. Not now. No one to lean on. No one to just—be there.

The emptiness of the past forty-eight hours had only drilled into him how much a part of his life Ali had become. Instead of feeling empowered by the absence of their entanglement all he felt was an overwhelming desire to tell Ali more. Hash out his past and untangle the weave of his history to create something new. Something that made him feel ridiculously alive—as he had ever since he’d met her. This whole “nipping it in the bud” idea was beginning to look like a contender for Stupidest Idea Ever.

“Doc, it’s Chris.” One of the players opened a gap in the huddle around the North Stars player to let him in.

“That’s a nice egg you’re growing on your pate, Chris.”

“Thanks, Doc. Anything for some sympathy.” He remained flat on the ground despite his stab at humor.

“That’d be about right. Do you know what half we’re in?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not playing in a match. This is a practice.”

“Can you take your hands away from your head for a minute? I need you to focus on my finger.” He held his index finger up and began a slow arc across Chris’s eyeline.

“Don’t take the mick, Doc. You’ve got two fingers up there. I know a trick question when I see one. I mean two...”

“Right!” Aidan pushed himself up decisively. “Nice and easy, boys. Can you help Chris up?”

“I’m perfectly fine to—Whoooooahhh!” Chris lurched up and then clonked back down to the ground. “I. Want. To. Play.” He spoke progressively more and more slowly.

“Lads?” Aidan signaled to two of the players to lift him up.

It was definitely a concussion. How severe it was remained to be seen. For now he just needed to get Chris off of the field and into the stadium’s clinic. The

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