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held the door for me and giggled. I hardly noticed her as I brushed past. My head was still in Sierra’s room. On any other day I would have stopped to talk to her, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what the trainer had said about Eric.
    If he had something to do with her being on Team Italy, I wanted to know what it was. I took the elevator to his floor, skipping over the level where my room was.
    I pounded on the door. “Eric, you in there?”
    “Hey, how’s the knee?” He opened the door and smiled.
    I walked past him into the room that looked almost identical to Sierra’s.
    “What did Larry say about it? I haven’t had a chance to check in with him yet. We still don’t have a time for the match tomorrow. Scheduling is a nightmare. So far all the matches today have to be postponed.” He sat in front of his computer. There were several different boxes pulled up on the screen with dates and times in bright colors.
    “I haven’t seen Larry, yet.”
    He whipped around. “Why not? We need you to be healthy.”
    “I want to know about you and the Italian trainer. What’s the deal between you two?”
    “Why? What did she say?”
    I was getting pissed. No one was talking. There was obviously something they were both keeping from me.
    “She didn’t. That’s why I’m here.”
    Eric’s shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
    “Good? What in the hell is going on? Why is an American with her talent working for the Italians?”
    He chuckled, leaning back in the seat. “You noticed her skill level?”
    “She knew what was wrong with my knee in less than five minutes. We need her on our team. Larry naps in between sets.”
    Eric shook his head in disapproval. “Give me a fucking break, Pierce. You don’t give a shit about her resume. You took one look at her and wanted to add her to your list.”
    Sometimes Eric and I didn’t agree. He wanted Scott and I to work on plays we knew wouldn’t work. He wanted to back off when we wanted to be aggressive. He wanted us to train when we knew we were too exhausted for another round of reps. But I’d never felt the need to fight him so adamantly as I did right now.
    “Bull shit.”
    “All right. You want the truth?” He crossed his arms.
    “Damn straight I do.”
    I sat in one of the fluorescent green chairs next to the wall. I wasn’t over how gaudy some of the decorations were around here.
    He pressed his elbows into his knees. “Ok, here it is. She did apply when we had an open position.”
    “Then what the fuck, Eric?”
    He held up his hand. “Some people aren’t the right fit. She wasn’t going to work on our team.”
    “Why not? Did you fuck her?” I was instantly mad thinking he had his hands on her. I wanted to punch him for touching her creamy smooth skin. For his lips pressing into hers. It was irrational, but I didn’t give a shit.
    “No, but I was worried you would.” His eyes flared.
    “What?”
    “She’s too pretty. Gorgeous, really. I couldn’t have that kind of distraction on the sideline. You’d screw her over night one and then what? I’d have to hire a new trainer anyway. I decided to go with someone a little less easy on the eyes.”
    “Fuck, Eric. That’s a shitty answer.”
    “It’s the truth. You’re already interested in something with her and she’s on the Italian team. She’s completely off limits and yet here you are asking about her.”
    “I’m asking about her because she knows what the fuck she’s talking about. My knee already feels better.”
    “What does that mean? She looked at it for five minutes on the sideline.”
    I looked at the ceiling. Fuck.
    “I went over to her room for an assessment.”
    “A what?” he roared. He stood from the chair, slamming his laptop screen in the process. “You need to stay away from her.”
    “You can’t tell me what to do or who to see. This isn’t high school. And you sure as hell aren’t my dad.”
    “I’m your coach. And I’m not interested in getting a violation