Donna Hill - Long Distance Lover

Sidetracked by love…

World-class sprinter Kelly Maxwell doesn’t have time for romance. But when she suffers an injury on the track, she begins to reevaluate her life. Facing a difficult recovery at a physical rehab facility in New York, Kelly must decide whether she really loves the sport. But after meeting with her physical therapist, Dr. Alex Hutchinson, she faces yet another hurdle.

Alex Hutchinson has fallen in love with the wrong woman before—another athlete just like Kelly. Now, years later, he doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice. He tries to back off, but the attraction is too strong. And when he realizes that Kelly’s coach has his own agenda, Alex tries to protect her even more. But is he ready to heal his broken heart?

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Epilogue

Prologue

Associated Press—Atlanta

Scandal Rocks Sports World…

Kelly slowly read the headline.

Gold Medal Hopeful Stephanie Daniels Found Dead in her Atlanta Apartment. Kelly’s hands shook as she read on. Following an injury several weeks ago, Kelly Maxwell lost her starting position to Daniels along with her chance at a gold medal. Now it appears that with Maxwell on the mend and her competitor no longer a threat, Maxwell may well regain her golden-girl title. However, speculation abounds and the Atlanta police continue their investigation…

The rest of the words danced and scurried across the page like frightened ants. She tossed the Atlanta Journal-Constitution onto the couch in frustration. Her nerves were ragged and the circles under her eyes testified to her lack of sleep.

Ever since the story broke earlier that week the entire track team had been on pins and needles. Investigators from the sports commission had been all over them, digging, probing, wanting to hang something on them—her in particular. She was the star now, the comeback kid, the one in the spotlight, the one they would love to see fall. She was next in line for the starting position on the team—now that Stephanie was gone.

David swore to her that there was nothing to the story—an ugly rumor that had gone haywire, he’d said.

Now, she didn’t know what to believe. Too many things didn’t add up and what did she didn’t like. If everything the papers said was true, her future was over and she had no one to blame but herself.

Moving slowly through her one-bedroom garden apartment in the exclusive Atlanta community, she glanced around at the trophies, the symbols of her accomplishments, the expensive furniture and original artwork, which were all a testament to her ability on the track. Outside her living room window sat a brand-new Navigator, a treat to herself for making it back. In a matter of days, if the stories were true, it could all be gone and she would be hung out to dry.

She picked up her purse from the end table by the door along with her car keys. Her test was scheduled for nine a.m. She opened the front door to flashbulbs and a cacophony of reporters that assaulted her.

“Ms. Maxwell, Ms. Maxwell, what will you do if the tests come back positive?” Pop, pop, flash, flash. “Did your coach, David Livingston, have anything to do with this?” “Give us a statement, Ms. Maxwell.”

Kelly held her purse up to her face and pushed past the hungry vultures, practically sprinting to her car. She was sure that would be the picture that would wind up on the front page of tomorrow’s paper. She jumped into the SUV, put it in gear and sped off, spewing dust and gravel in her wake.

She should have listened to Alex. She should have listened to her heart and stayed in New York.

Chapter 1

Four months earlier

Kelly Maxwell unpacked her gym bag and shoved the contents into her locker. She was pumped. Adrenaline burned in her veins. It had been nearly a month since she’d been able to practice and she was eager to get on the track and cut through the air. Running was her drug of choice. It got her through the days and even some nights when she would sprint through the dark streets of Atlanta when the city was asleep and her only company was the moon and the stars and the wind.

The sounds of approaching laughter and the easy banter shared between friends interrupted her reverie. She shut her locker, turned the key and shoved it into the pocket of her shorts. She’d hoped to have some time alone. She wanted to get in and out before anyone saw her.

“Well, if it’s not our little star sprinter,” Stephanie Daniels said sarcastically, the comment a sneer rather than a compliment. Stephanie walked further into the locker room and looked Kelly up and down. “Pretty soon we’re going to have to put STAR on your locker door if David has anything to say about it.”

“Stephanie, knock it off,” said Maureen, another member of the track team. She flashed Kelly a look of sympathy without letting Stephanie notice.

Stephanie opened her locker and pulled out her bag. “I call them like I see them. She gets the locker room to herself and the track. What next, the coach?” She laughed.

Kelly snatched her towel from the bench and draped it around her neck. “We’re all on the same team, Stephanie,” she said walking up to her. “I’m where I am because it’s where I deserve to be.” The corner of her mouth curved in a half smile. “And…so…are…you. Second.”

She walked out before Stephanie could respond, but she clearly heard herself referred to as a dog of the female persuasion.

When she stepped outside onto the lush field and imagined the empty stadium seats filled to capacity and the crowd roaring her name, Stephanie’s ugly innuendos no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting on the track and flying, making all her troubles, her fears, her aloneness vanish under the beat of her feet. Reaching the finish line first is what defined her, made her whole.

She jogged down the steps in David’s direction, wincing slightly. She’d have to adjust the wrapping when she got down on the field.

“How’s my star today?” David said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“I wish you wouldn’t say that around the other teammates,” she said.

He dropped his arm. “Why, because it might make them really step up their game?”

She turned to face him. “No, it makes it difficult for me, David…to fit in when everyone thinks I get special treatment.”