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And now she was worried about offending her imaginary therapist? She really was losing it.
Someone rapped on her window and she jumped about a foot as she jerked her head up.
“Maggie, what are you doing?” Hana asked as she pulled the door open.
“I’m, uh, just…” The words trailed off. No good explanation really sprang to mind.
Hana’s brows drew down, her expression halfway between worry and irritation.
“You’re here to see Alex?”
“Yes. What are you doing here?”
“Brett left his favorite glove at home.”
“Why does he need his glove?” There were no games today. Not even training. The Saints were in vacation mode.
“He said something about Lucas Angelo and the team doctor.”
“Doctor? Is he hurt?”
Hana shook her head, the thin gold hoops she wore bouncing wildly. “Not as far as I know.” She grinned suddenly. “There was nothing wrong with him last night.”
Maggie groaned. “Don’t tell me. You two are an old married couple. Aren’t you meant to stop having constant sex at some point?”
“Have you seen my husband? Besides, this is the one time of year he’s home a lot and not half exhausted. I’m not going to waste the opportunity.”
“According to you he does pretty well even when he is half exhausted.”
Hana’s expression turned smug, glee dancing in her eyes. “Yes. Yes, he does. Maybe that’s what you need?”
Maggie grinned. “To sleep with your husband?”
“Ha-ha. It is to laugh. Not him. But someone. Nothing like a few screaming orgasms to brighten a girl’s outlook on life.”
“I have more important things to worry about.”
“Sex is important. Exercise, endorphins, and did I mention the screaming orgasms?”
“And who is supposed to supply these screaming orgasms?” Maggie asked, then wished she hadn’t. Buying into Hana’s flights of fancy when she got into one of her “let’s fix Maggie up” moods never resulted in anything good.
Hana gestured upward vaguely. “There’s a whole building full of hot men above our heads.”
“You know I don’t date team members.” Not since Ollie at least. The awkward six months or so after they’d first parted company—a time when half the guys wouldn’t talk to her and the other half gave her speculative glances—had taught her not to fish off the company pier. Too much potential for disaster.
“There are plenty of nonplayers around. There’s that cute IT guy. And Ronnie and Gio on the massage team. Not to mention three very hot new owners.”
“Oh yes, because dating one of them would be so much better than dating a player. Nothing could possibly go wrong dating the boss.”
“Who said anything about dating?” Hana asked. “A few nights in the sack. The big one looks like fun. And a surgeon has to know what to do with his hands.”
“No!”
Hana’s smile turned positively evil. “What? You prefer Alex? I don’t think he’d take much convincing. He had trouble taking his eyes off you last night.”
“Shut up. He did not.”
“Did too. I thought he and Ollie were going to fight a duel or something.” Hana batted her eyelashes. “So romantic.”
