Free Win Big: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Bella Love-Wins Page B

one.”
    “Why?”
    “You need the right support to be able to stay in bed for most of the day.”
    He picked up the one beside him and gave it to me, smirking. “Just don’t let this turn into a slumber party. I draw the line at pillow fights.”
    “Trust me. You have nothing to worry about.”
    “Yeah, I figured that…as I’m a guy and all.”
    “I’ll stop by the center and bring back some PT wedges and bolsters we usually loan out to athletes on the injured list. They should help.”
    “Okay. So…tell me about this baseball thing.”
    I gave him back the pillow and took a seat again. “What baseball thing?”
    “What made you choose baseball and rule out all the other professional sports?”
    “That’s a pretty personal question, wouldn’t you say?”
    “Do you have a boyfriend who’s a super fan or something? Or maybe a girlfriend?”
    I stiffened. It was always guys like Evan who had to go there when a woman didn’t jump at the chance to hop into bed with them.
    “That’s none of your business.”
    He smiled. “I’m right, aren’t I? What’s her name? Maybe I know her.”
    I ignored the question. “I’ll also check the medication dosage with Dr. Burton.”
    “I have nothing against lesbians, Samantha. Actually I like them, especially in threesomes.”
    I crossed my legs in the chair. Any kind of movement would help me not respond to him. “I’ll ask for a meds review, and I’ll pop by later with the positioning wedges and bolsters. You can keep this copy of the physical therapy plan. Let’s see. What else? Right, I need to get you a few more compression wraps. You’re wearing one now, right?”
    “Yes. I am.”
    “Good. Just remember they need to come off while you’re applying ice to the area.”
    “I know that, but you don’t have to get defensive about your sexual orientation. I don’t care if you bat for the other team.”
    I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth. We were this close to butting heads again. He pushed my buttons like he was born for it.
    “I think that’s it,” I said, closing the file. “When I’m back tomorrow, we’ll cover the next phase of the plan. We’re done here.” I got up and took the chair with me. “Have a good day, Evan.”
    I drew myself up to my full height, turned on my heel, and stalked off. I didn’t wait for him to get in another word. That chair was back in the living room and I was in my car again in record time. I got the items I promised him from the athletic training center and took it back to his place. Tre was going inside when I drove up to the front of the house, so I gave it to him, got back in my car, and sped home to my dorm like a bat out of hell.

    * * *
    W here was Kristy when I needed her? I was emotionally drained, like I could go to sleep and stay that way for days if I didn’t talk this out with someone. I was disappointed in myself too, for letting him get a rise out of me like that. I should have expected him to keep being an ass. I punched a pillow, wishing it was his perfect face.
    My phone rang while I was sprawled out on my bed, still angry as hell. The number on the ID listed as Unknown. It could have been my mother. Some of the phone lines over at her hospital were automatically set to block for some reason or another.
    I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear a thing about Dad. I was miserable enough with my own problems. Sparing some of my energy to get the usual updates from home would be a major feat.
    Still, I picked it up. “Hello?”
    “Samantha. Hey.”
    I knew right away it was Evan. Why the hell was he calling me? My heart leapt before I could stop it. “Evan? Did something happen? How did you get my number?”
    “No, I’m fine. Still in bed. Your number’s on the contact form in the recovery plan.”
    “It’s there for emergencies. Is this something urgent, Evan?”
    “No. I’m good.”
    “Why are you calling me? It wasn’t enough for you to take up our consultation time with