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“Don’t dress like this when you come to work ever again. I don’t need my players competing for your attention.”
“Ok.” I chuckle as I take his offered arm and walk with him down the hallway.
“I also don’t need Everson getting in fist fights every day.”
My eyes widen as I stare at him, but I don’t say anything. Obviously, Owen knows about my history with Wyatt, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I mean we’ve been split up for eight years.
If it isn't a big deal, why didn’t you tell him where you got a job?
I push the thought out of my head and focus on putting one foot in front of the other. The last thing I need to do is faceplant on my first day.
“I see everything, Charlie. I don’t know why the two of you split, but I know you’re both still in love with each other.”
“Do you work here a lot? I thought you still worked at Scott, Powell, and Coleman.” I ignore his comment and try to steer the conversation away from my personal life.
“Nice job avoiding that topic and trying to distract me.” Owen grins down at me. “I’ll leave you alone about it for now. It wouldn’t look very good if my newest employee punched me before she officially starts working for me.” He pats my hand still gripping his bicep. “Cici officially took over my position last month. They don’t need me there and honestly, it’s been fun to do this and alsohave time away from Parker and Lucas. I still get phone calls and Cici asks for guidance, but I don’t need to show up daily anymore.”
Owen opens a heavy metal door and we step into a brightly lit room. There are workout machines and free weights taking up the space. Metal clangs on metal as the guys stop what they’re doing and every eye snaps to us.
“Boys! I’d like to introduce you to our newest physical therapist. This is Charlie Robinson.”
“Hey!” I flash them a nervous smile and give them a little wave. It’s awkward, but I don’t know what else to do when there are at least a dozen sets of eyes on me. But there’s only one I see.
Wyatt’s staring at me with his mouth parted. He’s shocked to see me here and I suddenly feel sick for not telling him. I should’ve warned him about me getting a job here. If nothing else, it would’ve prepared him to see me in his space.
This isn't Mulberry Lane. This isn't a shared location where we’re used to seeing each other. This is his. His team. His training area and locker room. His clubhouse and stadium. And I shouldn’t have barged in here without giving him a heads up.
“Charlie,” Wyatt stands from the bench press he was using and closes the distance between us.
“Everson, get back to your workout and ignore the pretty girl.” A guy in an athletic polo shirt and shorts rolls his eyes.
“Danny, this is Charlie Robinson, the new physical therapist. Charlie, this is the head coach, Danny.” Owen motions to the man.
He flashes me a charming smile and closes the distance between us. He holds out his hand to shake mine and I take it, happy when he doesn’t give me a weak handshake like so many men do to women.
“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie. I can show her around if you have somewhere to be, Owen.” Danny doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
“Nah, I cleared my day for this girl. I need to make sure she isn't going to attack one of my players. Do you know she once pushed me into the water while we were ice fishing?”
My gaze snaps to Owen and I narrow my eyes on him. He’s got to be kidding me! He winks at me and I breathe out a sigh. He’s such a pain sometimes.
“That’s not how I remember it.” Wyatt moves closer, ignoring Danny altogether.
“Oh yeah? And how do you remember it? Also, you might want to keep in mind who pays you.” Owen arches a brow.
“Yeah, I'm not afraid.” Wyatt chuckles. “You love me too much to fire me. I remember Charlie scaring you with a fish and you fell on your ass, splitting the ice. I remember you screaming like a little girl as you slipped into the icy water. I remember my girl crying her eyes out because she never wanted to hurt anyone and she thought something bad was going to happen to you.”
“Ah, shit. Everson’s already claimed the girl,” a guy mutters under his breath and shakes his head.
“Man, he claimed her last night at Kennedy’s Pub.” Smithy rolls his eyes.
“Yet I don’t remember claiming anyone,” I answer Smithy with my chin held high.
I understand why Wyatt’s doing this. He wants us to get back together and he wants to make sure none of these idiots try to flirt with me, but he can't keep making decisions for me. He can't dictate how my life goes.
“Dang, New Girl. You’re going to injure our star catcher’s heart. Do you know how many girls would die to be in your position?” A player saunters up to me with a cocky grin.
“Well, if they die, I don’t think Wyatt would be interested in them.” I roll my eyes, wishing I didn’t need to do this every time I met a new team.
