Playing to Win

with me.”
    She arched a brow. “You know, I can work with more than one player at a time.”
    “Probably. But you’re only going to work with me.”
    A little ego there. Understandable. She’d deal with it. “Fine.”
    “Then let’s get started.”
    “We will. On Monday. I’ll take a few days to familiarize myself with your treatment plan, then develop one of my own. Since today’s Friday, the weekend will give me the time I need.”
    “Fine.” He whipped out his phone. “What’s your number?”
    She gave it to him.
    “Okay, good. I’ll call you on Sunday and we can get stuff set up. Does that work for you?”
    “Sure.” He gave her his number and she pulled her phone out of her pocket to add it in.
    He was punching info into his phone, then lifted his gaze to hers. “What’s your last name?”
    “Riley.”
    His lips lifted. “Any relation to Gavin?”
    “Actually, he’s my cousin.”
    He looked up. “No shit. Is that how you got this job?”
    He wasn’t the first person to ask that question, and it always annoyed her. “No. I got this job because I’m good at sports medicine. I’m so good at sports medicine that you’ll be pitching opening day, Garrett. Which has nothing to do with my cousin, and everything to do with me.”
    He laughed. “I like you, Alicia.”
    She wasn’t sure how she felt about him. Jury was still out. She headed to the door. “You won’t like me when I start kicking your ass, Garrett.”