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“It’s a sprain. You need to stay off it for twenty-four hours and then we will do a day of light toe touch, and you should be back on the ice in a few days.” The relief that washed over his face made me relax and suddenly I realized how tired I was. “I can call the team tomorrow and let them know. I’m assuming you will still be going to practice?”
CHAPTER28
BOONE
“What in theactual fuck is going on here?” The door to the locker room flew open, and I stared into the face of my wife, my very angry wife. “Tanner, I was pretty sure I told you he wasn’t supposed to skate. Rest and ice for the next twenty-four hours, I believe, were my orders.” She crossed her arms but didn’t move her searing gaze from me.
“Hey doc, we talked to our doctors and trainers and we aren’t sure you’re looking at this from an impartial place. It’s also the playoffs, unless a limb is falling off they play.” That did it. She spun around and stalked over to the coach.
“You don’t think I’m coming from an impartial place? You’ve relied on my expertise for years. My diagnosis and orders haven’t changed. I also contacted a well-respected colleague for the diagnosis, so what you fail to realize is I took myself out of the equation.” She broke her death stare with me and turned to look at the trainers. “The nerve of this organization to think that just because it’s now out in the open that I’m married makes my schooling, training and knowledge less valid? Is that what you’re telling me?” She crossed her arms and tilted her head, waiting for the reply. This was not looking good for Tanner. “Boone is in the last few years of his career. So is Phil, for that matter, and the advice I have given will prolong their careers. I’ve watched that game tape over and over.” Ginny turned back to me and shook her head. “You should have stopped skating after you got hurt, but you went back for shift after shift. If you had just stopped, you might have only been out for a few days.” She looked defeated, a look I hadn’t seen since the day I found her at the rink in tears because she was getting yelled at again.
“Everyone out. Now.” I yelled. “If anyone comes back in here, there will be hell to pay.” She turned to leave, but stopped. “Doctor Davenport, you stay.” Without turning, I watched her shoulders slump. I watch everyone that was left in the locker room file out. Thankfully, none of the players had been summoned to this private practice. Grabbing my crutches, I moved to the door and locked it.
“This is why I went back to Davenport and didn’t tell people I was married to you. I knew one day your file would land on my desk and I wanted to be impartial. Boone, I didn’t become the first woman in my family to get an education just to have my advice reduced toBoone’s wife said we should try this. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, worked hard to get the reputation I’ve got. It’s only been a few months since you came back and I’ve been reduced to my last name.”
“You never believed that my name would eventually be a benefit to you, could you? I was a hinderance in your eyes. That’s the real reason you went back to Davenport, and don’t have your degrees plastered all over your walls like your colleagues, because if they were people would have asked questions, and you didn’t want to have to admit who you really are.” Running my hand through my hair, I immediately saw regret in her face, but I didn’t think it was regret for getting caught. “Fuck Ginny, you regret marrying me, don’t you?” Taking a few steps back, I sat on the bench and my life ran like a movie through my head. Us as kids skating together, Ginny teaching me how to use my edges properly. The day I made her stand in the net and she let me shoot pucks at her. The night we were the last ones in the rink. We’d been dancing around how far we wanted to go with each other for months until that night when she looked at the locker room door and we made love for the first time. Our wedding day was the most perfect day of my life.
Looking up at Ginny, I noticed tears in her eyes as she walked over to the bench and sat beside me. “Boone, I don’t regret marrying you.” She whispered.
“But you don’t want to be married to me now, is that it?” I asked, without looking at her.
“If you had asked me that the day you were traded back here, I would have said I didn’t want to be married.” Her voice quivered, but it wasn’t the answer I had expected.
“Then what do you want? Because you know what I want? I want the girl I fell in love with to love me back. I want my wife to be proud of my career, just like I am of hers. Would it kill you to be proud of our marriage?” I said
“Would it kill you to listen to me? You say you’re proud of me, but yet here you are doing the exact thing I asked you not to do. I’m proud of your career Boone, you have no idea, but I deserve respect that doesn’t come from just being your wife.” We were inches away from each other now and my heart raced in my chest.
“Do you want a divorce?” I whispered, staring down at her lips.
“I don’t know,” she said quietly, so I was barely able to hear. It wasn’t a no, but it was as far as I could get from a yes right at this moment. I pressed my lips to hers with a savage kiss that I hoped would erase all doubt from her mind. Running my hand up her leg and under her skirt, I needed to remind her of the passion that we had for one another. The glow of desire ignited between us and it was all-consuming. Shifting, I pulled my joggers down, and I pulled away from her. “Get on my lap.” I growled at her. She looked at me and I knew she was going to say we couldn’t do this, but I didn’t want to hear it. I pressed my lips to hers again, and she straddled my thighs. Reaching back under her skirt, I pulled her thong to the side, and she sank down on to my cock. I wanted to take my time, but this wasn’t the place for that. She rotated her hips in small circles, and I felt like I was going to explode into her. Ginny was in control, and she rode me like I was a steed in a triple crown race. This was the passion we used to have in the early days of our marriage, when I couldn’t keep my hands off her. It didn’t matter where we were. I wanted her, but now I only wanted her as my wife, forever. Her muffled moan in my neck sounded a lot like and I love you. Ginny spasmed around my cock, and I exploded into her. I waited as she rode me through another shuttering orgasm, milking every drop from me that she could. Our breathing returning to normal. I knew she was my forever. Now it was up to her to decide. “The next time I fuck you, we better be in our own home, and you better be wearing your wedding band again.” I whispered in her ear.
CHAPTER29
GINNY
Another round was done,and we were off to conference finals. This was it one team stood between the Harpsburg Rangers and the cup finals. It was time to focus, time to block out everything that might cause the players added stress. Flipping on the television, I saw the headline that had popped up on my phone. ‘Doctor Feel Good Should Be Her Name.’ Garth was sitting with the journalist. He looked as smarmy as ever. If I could have gone through the television to ring that pencil neck of his, I would have done it in a heartbeat.
“So Doctor Birch, you are the one who has blown the whistle on one of the top sports medicine and rehab centres in the country.” The announcer said, looking at her notes.
Garth cleared his throat as he nodded. “Yes, Jillian, I had been employed by the Badelton Sports Medicine facility until a few months ago, when I was abruptly dismissed because I dared to question the behaviour of the founder.” He was lying through his teeth and as serious as a heart attack.
“And what do you mean when you say behaviour?” The woman asked, batting her eyelashes. She was not Barbara Walters, that’s for sure.
“The behaviour changed when Garrison Boone became a Harpsburg Ranger. He came to the clinic all the time, and quite often her door was closed and locked. I guarantee none of our treatments require locking an office door. An exam room, yes, but there was always another person in the room.” He folded his hands on his lap and crossed his legs. “I also have an inappropriate video of Mr. Boone and Doctor Davenport. Or rather Doctor Boone, I suppose.” He looked at the camera and I felt like he knew I was watching and was staring right at me.
“What is that fucker doing?” Boone asked over my shoulder. I hadn’t heard him come to the kitchen. He placed his arm around me and we both were glued to the television to see what he would say next.
“Do you really think that’s any of your business if a married couple has a recording of themselves, Doctor Birch?” Finally, she asked a question that will make him seem like a nut.
His smile made me want to throw up, and I anxiously waited for whatever nonsense he was about to spew. “I suppose, but what was it on a clinic computer?” If there had been an audience, they would have gasped, I’m sure.
I shook my head, “no Boone, I never opened that on a work computer. You sent it to my personal phone, and I deleted it, like I told you I did.” He believed me. I could see it in his eyes. Reaching for his phone, he let me go and dialled a number.
“Hi Sam, we have a problem. Oh, you’re watching it?” He went silent, and I wished I could hear what this Sam person was saying on the other end. “No, he’s hung up on Ginny. Was convinced they were going to get married. No, they weren’t even dating. He showed up here at the house with a ring.” Boone walked off, and I didn’t know if I should follow him or stay here to see what happened after the commercial break. This was a train wreck that I couldn’t turn away from, but the person tied to the tracks was me and my reputation.
“Welcome back. Today we have Doctor Garth Birch and he is telling us about the inappropriate behaviour at a local sports medicine facility.” She turned back to Garth. “Now, had you been witness to any other questionable behaviour in your six years with the facility?”
“Yes, there was inappropriate behavior toward myself. Doctor Boone threw herself at me. She insisted we date, be seen together, and build a relationship. We were even talking about marriage. All the while, she was already married. What kind of person does that?” The interviewer opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted. “I will tell you Jillian, a sick, sick person, that’s who.”
