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She was startled when she felt hands on her leg. Peeking out from behind the towel she found the team doctor checking her out. “I?m fine.”

“That?s not how it looked out there.”

“Why won?t anyone listen to me?”

“Cat we?re concerned about you.” The doctor tapped Cat?s leg to get her attention. “Win or lose here tonight Cat, we still need you for the rest of the season. You?ve scored 15 points tonight; you?ve done your share. We can?t risk you injuring this leg. Let us take care of you.”

Cat looked over to Dylan who was yelling to the players from the sideline. She considered the doctor?s words as she thought of the legs under the neatly pressed slacks and the scars on the knee that kept the best player in the league from ever taking the court again. “All right.”

The doctor retrieved a cold pack from her medic bag and wrapped it in a towel, which was wrapped around Cat?s leg. “Just rest and we?ll do some therapy after the game.”

Cat nodded and accepted the cup of water that was offered. Now that she was off the leg it was starting to throb and she knew while she wasn?t seriously hurt, all the quick movements she had been required to make tonight had irritated her calf and knee. They had a three-day break before the next game and if she behaved herself then this strain wouldn?t be an issue.

Dylan took a moment to sit on the bench next to Cat, she figured she would give the player a chance to rant a bit and get it out of her system. She wanted it over and done with so it wouldn?t interfere with their weekend. She hadn?t spent an obscene amount of money for a bungalow with a private beach in the Caribbean for nothing.

“Nice call Coach.” Cat whispered as they watched Chaney assist with a beautiful three pointer.

“Thanks.”

The noise in the locker room was nearly as deafening as the arena. Cat sat with her leg submerged in a whirlpool, while the rest of her sat on the rim drinking a glass of champagne, which had been somehow magically waiting for them when they got back to the locker room.

“Didn?t think we?d win my ass,” Cat mumbled to herself as she sipped from her very own plastic glass. Dylan was moving around the room looking very much like a proud parent. Her team was on its way to the playoffs for a shot at the championship. Regardless of what happened now it had been a very good season for Dylan Lambert and the Badgers.

Cat lay on her back, the sun shining down on her bikini clad body. She hadn’t realized how badly she needed this vacation until she and Dylan had hit the beach this morning. The player hadn’t done a blessed thing other than coat her body in suntan oil and drink juice that Dylan continually kept replenishing.

The only sounds around her were the surf and the wind rustling the trees behind them. She glanced over to find her partner lying on her stomach, eyes closed apparently dozing. Cat decided this was bliss. No games, no practice, no demands on her or Dylan. They were free to do what they wanted, eat, sleep or make love. They had done all those activities since arriving yesterday afternoon and Cat was feeling the need for a bit more of number three.

“Hey?” she said softly, so that if Dylan was really asleep she wasn’t going to disturb her.

One blue eye opened, followed by a smile. “Yeah?”

“Let’s go back to the bungalow.”

“‘Kay’.”

Picking up their beach blanket and the two glasses, holding their drinks they began the short walk up their private beach to the bungalow. Cat was pleased when Dylan reached out and took her hand. It was a rare show of affection in public and for Cat it spoke volumes about how Dylan felt about her.

The bungalow was small, one bedroom and bath, living room and a small kitchen, but for Catherine it felt like a palace. Here, away from the team and the press and the fans, they were free to be themselves. She liked that. She liked being with Dylan when there was nothing to guard against. When they could just relax and be like any other couple.

“Okay,” a sexy grin slid across Dylan’s lips. “You got me here, what did you have in mind?”

Catherine moved to her lover and wrapped her arms around her neck. “This.” The kiss was passionate and left no room in Dylan’s mind for questions. She backed Cat up and they fell to the sofa, a tangle of arms and legs, slick from tanning oil. The skin on skin contact was perfect. It didn’t take either of them long to shed what little clothing they had.

The resort was five star, as Dylan had said when they arrived, `nothing but the best this trip’. Cat had expected to have to drag her one grown up outfit out of the closet for dinner and was

pleasantly surprised when Dylan told her she could certainly go to dinner casual.

While her companion was dressed in a white polo and dark slacks, Cat had opted for a silk sweater and shorts. She decided that unless there was a real good reason to get dressed up she wasn’t going to do it. The restaurant reflected the atmosphere of the Bahamas, right down to the waiters in safari shirts and shorts. In the center of the room was a waterfall decorated with local plant life and lit with red and blue lights. Large ceiling fans cooled the room but certainly didn’t make it cold. Their table was next to a huge plate glass window affording them a beautiful view of the ocean at sunset. For Cat, her time here was just getting better and better.

They ordered their meals and sat making small talk, both of them purposely avoiding any conversation that even bordered on work. Dylan had been serious when she said she needed a vacation and she was bound and determined to relax.

The waiter placed their appetizers before them, before they could sample them and young girl of about eight hesitantly approached the table.

“Excuse me?” Her big brown eyes were settled firmly on Cat.

“Yes?”

“Are you Cat Hodges?”

“I am.”

“Could, um?” The girl glanced at Dylan who sat with an indulgent smile. “Could I get your autograph?”

“Sure,” Cat smiled and took the pen and napkin the girl hesitantly offered. “What’s your name?”

“Amanda, but everyone calls me Mandy.”

Cat smiled and autographed the napkin, folding the pen around it and handing it back. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mandy. Are you a basketball fan?”

“I love to watch you play. You’re really good. Especially for someone who’s so short.”

Dylan couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up, but she tried to cover it by feigning a cough behind her fist.

Many turned to Dylan and ground her toe into the carpet. “Are you someone?”

Now it was Cat’s turn to laugh, which she did as she sipped from her water.

“No, I’m nobody important.”

“Okay.” Mandy turned back to cat and offered her small hand to the player. “Thank you very much.”

Cat took the young girl’s hand and shook it very seriously. “You’re very welcome.”

Both women watched as the girl all but ran back across the room to where her family sat, proudly showing off her autograph. The girl’s mother looked up and silently thanked Cat. Cat nodded and returned her attention to Dylan.

“What was that all about? What do you mean `you’re no one’?”

“To her,” Dylan gestured across the room, “I’m not. She’s not even a Badger’s fan. She’s a Cat Hodges fan. You’ve begun charming the new generation of basketball fans.”

“But still?”

“Cat, when you were growing up and thinking that you wanted to play, who inspired you?”

“You did, you know that.”

“Right, and someday when little Mandy hopes to make that first draft pick, she’ll think of you and how you inspired her to her dreams. It’s not a bad thing Cat.”