Susanne Novan - Driven

"And what about you?"

"He can do what he wants with me," she replied, shrugging. "It doesn't really matter."

"He could ruin you, Dylan! He could spread things about you all over the place! Horrible things!"

"As long as your name and face is kept out of those 'things', Cat, then I'm not worried. My reputation will either speak for me, or it won't. And either way,"

she shrugged again, "it doesn't matter."

"But basketball is your life!"

"I've come to find that I've got other priorities now, my love." So saying, she bent down to give Cat a soft kiss. "Something much more important to me than basketball could ever be." She pulled away. "You, however...."

Cat frowned. Dylan looked alarmed. "Cat? What is it?"

"What would you think if I told you that...maybe...basketball isn't what I want anymore, either?"

"Cat, you can't mean that! You're just starting out! You'll be the star this league is looking for, love! You deserve that!"

"Dylan," Cat said, sighing, "if tonight proved anything to me, it proved that this is not the basketball I fell in love with. It's not a game anymore. It's politics, it's bullshit, and, tonight, it's a joke. Why would I want to be the star of something that I detest? What does a whole room full of money mean when I can't stand to do my job anymore?"

"Oh, Cat...."

"I don't know. Maybe I'll think differently about all this tomorrow, but for right now...." She shook her head. Then, for the first time tonight, a genuine smile curved her lips. "You told me I was free to follow my heart, right?"

Dylan nodded.

"Good," she replied, pulling her lover in close, "because right now, my heart wants a big bowl of ice cream, a long soak in your Jacuzzi, and you, naked."

"Ohhhh, darlin, your heart can have whatever it wants, any place, any time."

"Good. Then let's get changed and get the hell out of here."

"Right behind you."

*******

Before they could leave, however, Dylan made a farewell speech to her team. "...and you should all be proud as Hell over what you managed to

accomplish. Not just tonight, but through the entire season. You became more than what you started out as. You became a team, the best damn team in

the league. You comported yourself with style and grace, flair and good sportsmanship. And when you look back on this night some day, years from now,

you'll see that it, more than any other, was the point that you went from being simple ballplayers to being champions." She gave a fond smile to each member. "As a result of what happened here tonight, there are going to be some changes, changes that you'll be hearing about shortly. Basically, this team is being dissolved and the owner is stepping down. Any one of you who want out of your contracts will be allowed out, free and clear. You'll be back on the open market, and believe me, with what you showed everyone out there today, you're all going to be fielding a lot of phone calls."

"What about you, coach?" Chaney asked.

"That...remains up in the air. But I'm not worried about it, and none of you should be either, alright?"

There was some grumbling over this, but a look from 'the Goddess' quieted it instantly. "I just wanted to tell you all that I've been proud, damn proud, to be associated with each and every one of you. You're a helluva team, and I wish you nothing but good luck and smooth sailing wherever your careers take you.

Thanks for taking me on this trip with you."

As one, the team stood and began to chant Dylan's name. Even though they hadn't won, champagne corks popped and they were soon dousing one another

with the bubbly liquid, laughing and cheering as if they'd taken the whole thing.

Cat joined in the laughter as she watched her lover use her much vaunted defensive skills to stay, for the moment, out of the fracas. She was right, Cat thought with a sense of surprise. That jerk could keep us from winning, but he could never make us lose.

And with her spirits thusly buoyed, she waded into the fray, a freshly popped champagne bottle ready for dumping on the most beautiful woman she knew,

inside and out. Screw you, Johnson, and screw you basketball. There's finally something in my heart more important than the both of you could ever be.

And then, she pounced.

The END

EPILOGUE

"Dylan?"

"Mmn?"

Grinning, Cat fanned herself with her open copy of "Alabama Coaches Monthly". Lowering her sunglasses just slightly, she turned her head to fully take in the view of the woman beside her. Lying on her belly in a seaside lounge chair, Dylan Lambert was the posterchild for clean living. Toned almost black by the constant sun, the white thong part of her bathing suit left nothing to the imagination, and Cat spent a good few minutes mapping every curve and

valley of the long body stretched out before her. The tiny straps that held her top--what there was of it--up were, of course, untied to permit even tanning, and Cat found herself half-hoping that a loud noise or something would startle her somnolent lover enough to have her come up from her position.

Then she looked over that the small groups of men and women who continued to dart looks her dark lover's way and nixed that hope for good and all.

Mine , she thought to herself. Allll mine.

Turning her head toward Cat, Dylan cracked her sun sensitive eyes just the slightest bit open. "Did you need something?"

Cat smirked. "Oh, the many ways I could answer that particular question. However, since we're in public right now, I just was wanting to tell you that I saw an ad here for a coach over at St. Catherine's Girl's High. The candidate has to have a teaching degree too. I think they want them doing the Health classes or something."

Dylan chuckled. "Your mom will think she's died and gone to heaven. You...teaching. In a Catholic girl's school even."

"Mm. You have a point there."

"Is it something you're considering?"

"I don't know. Guess it's good to keep my options open."

"True."

As Dylan's eyes slipped closed, Cat thought back on the past three weeks of her life. True to her lover's prediction, no more than two days had passed

since the championship game when her phone began ringing off the hook. Seemed that every single coach and owner in the league wanted to talk to her.

She'd even been surprised by the number of calls coming from outside the United States. Teams from Spain, France, Germany and Japan were hustling to

beat the band. She was, it seemed, a very hot commodity.

Thus far, Horace Johnson had managed to keep his word. She received the letters releasing her from her contract, and there was, as Haley Locke put it, no muss and no fuss to go with them. The team's owner--he hadn't sold yet--refused to be interviewed in the aftermath of the last game of the season. Of

course, it had helped that he'd just been released from the hospital after an attack of angina, and the press wasn't all that inclined to push.

More surprisingly, he'd let Dylan go just as quietly as he'd let Cat, and most of the other Badgers go as well. Cat often wondered just what it was that

Dylan dangled over his head, but realized that in this case, some secrets were best kept behind locked lips. At least until she'd determined her life's path and couldn't be hurt by them anymore.

Dylan had fielded more than her fair share of calls--she *was*the Goddess, after all, and number one in anybody's eyes, be it as a player, a coach, or a combination of the two. She'd turned them all down with class and aplomb, leaving her many callers feeling better than any right to feel, considering she'd said 'no' to their offers.

Finally, when neither of them could take anymore, Dylan suggested a vacation on Antigua. Cat had jumped at the suggestion before it had even fully left