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“See the new things you?re learning?” Dylan teased as she led Cat up to the counter.

Chuckling, Cat stood at the counter, eyeing the selections. In a way, she was glad that the cold she didn?t have would probably blunt her taste buds some, as she wasn?t very sure she wanted to know that organic coffee tasted like. Still, she felt it was a small price to pay for the pleasure of Dylan?s company, and pay it she would.

A young, boyish looking woman smiled at them both from behind the counter. “What?ll you have?”

“A soy Chai Latte,” Dylan responded before turning to Cat.

“Um?I?ll try a Vanilla Latte, half caf, extra vanilla.”

“Comin? right up.”

As they waited, Cat took the opportunity to look around the shop. It was comfortable and homey, with pastel fabrics and soft music playing from tastefully hidden speakers. It really wasn?t all that much different from the other coffee shops she?d been to, save for the “organic everything”, including hemp bars instead of chocolate covered coffee beans.

Within moments, they had received their drinks and moved off to a quiet corner of the shop, easing down into two upholstered chairs that faced in toward a small, round table. After blowing on her coffee to cool it a bit, Cat took a tentative sip, prepared for anything. Her eyes widened as she realized that, dulled taste buds or no, it was just what the doctor ordered.

“This is good!” she exclaimed.

“Told ya,” Dylan teased, smirking. “It?s good to broaden your horizons.”

Cat gave a mock smile. “I?m all for that, but just remember, no matter how broad my horizons, Coach, you?ll never sway me from my carnivorous ways.” She took another sip. “So there.”

“Perish the thought.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a time, listening to the music and soft hive drone of the customers, and sipping their drinks.

After a long moment, Cat steadied herself with a deep breath, turned slightly, and placed her cup on the table. “Coach?”

“Yes?”

“I?um?wanted to tell you that I was?sorry?for last night. Not for the way I felt?feel?.” she hastened to add, “but because of the situation I put you in. I crossed a line and I?m sorry.”

Dylan smiled. “It?s alright,” she commented softly.

But Cat was on a roll. “No, no it isn?t. I know what my contract says about fraternization. I?ve read it over a few times.” She blushed lightly, aware of what information she was giving away. “And I can only imagine what yours says on the subject. It?s probably a lot harsher than mine. I mean, you?re my boss, and that just?.”

“It?s alright,” Dylan repeated, leaning over and laying a warm hand atop the one Cat had balled into a fist on the table.

Cat blushed again, and looked away. “Coach,” she said in a very low, quiet tone, “people get hauled into court for sexual harassment for things like this. It blows up in the media, especially with celebrities. It could ruin your career.”

Dylan squeezed Cat?s hand. “I don?t think you?d do anything like that, would you?”

Cat looked back at Dylan, eyes wide. “Never! I would never?”

“Then there?s nothing to worry about.”

“But?.”

“Cat, I said it was okay, and I mean it. Yes, what happened surprised me a bit, but?.” Dylan?s voice trailed off as she gathered her thoughts. “I?d be lying if I said that it in any way made me uncomfortable.”

“Really?” Cat asked softly.

“Really,” Dylan replied, before releasing Cat?s hand and straightening in her chair. “The fact is?.” she paused, then plunged ahead, “? I find you very attractive, Catherine. What happened between us, what we shared, well?it wasn?t at all unwelcome.”

For one of the first times in her life, Cat was struck speechless. She looked at Dylan, barely blinking, her eyes shining as if lit from within.

Smiling, Dylan reached out and gently tapped Cat?s chin. “Gonna catch flies.”

The sound of Dylan?s voice brought Cat out of her daze, and she flushed, then cleared her throat. “Organic ones,” she replied, voice slightly hoarse.

Dylan laughed aloud, shaking her head at Cat?s joke. Then she sobered. “Whatever happens between us, we?ll need to take it slowly.”

Cat nodded. “Slow is good. I can work with slow.”

Dylan?s smile reappeared. “Good. So can I.”

“Coach?”

“Dylan.”

“Excuse me?”

“My name. Dylan. I think since we?ve traded bodily fluids, so to speak, you can call me by my name, don?t you?”

Cat?s face lit up again as a broad smile wrinkled her nose. “Okay, Dylan.” It sounded weird to her ears, but she thought she could live with it.

“And your question?” Dylan teased.

“Question? Oh! I?um?.thanks.”

“For?”

“Just?thanks.”

“You?re welcome.” Dylan looked up at the clock over the counter and frowned. “It?s getting late. We should probably think about heading back. Early practice tomorrow.”

“Don?t remind me,” Cat groaned. “Let?s just hope I can shoot better than I did tonight.”

Dylan shrugged, unconcerned. “You had stuff on your mind.”

“And thanks to you, I?ve still got stuff, but it?s a lot more pleasant stuff.”

Shaking her head, Dylan rose to her feet, followed by Cat. “Shall we?”

The two walked through the store, and around to the back where their cars waited. The lot was dark and shadowed, but Dylan didn?t get any sense of danger from it. It was empty save for their cars.

Cat let go a mighty yawn, then belatedly covered her mouth. “Oops!”

“Don?t let your coach see that,” Dylan replied, smirking.

“Couldn?t have that. I hear she?s a real slave-driver.”

“Among other things,” Dylan placidly agreed.

“Yeah, she?s a real bear if you get on her bad side, which I try not to do too often.”

“You?re making progress.”

Cat chuckled. “All around, though, she?s pretty cool. And?.” Cat stopped and turned to Dylan. “She?s got the sweetest kiss I?ve ever tasted.”

It was meant to be a light-hearted comment, given the conversation between them, but when their eyes met, their smiles dropped away. Cat raised her chin as Dylan lowered her head, and their lips met sweetly, softly. It was a kiss not so much of passion but of promise. A promise of what lay between them and what that could become.

Each allowed themselves to be lost in it for a moment, closing their bodies together in a gentle embrace that was warm, and comforting.

When they finally broke apart, their smiles reappeared, and they gazed at one another, eyes bright even in the darkness of the lot.

“Oh, I can tell. This is going to be nice. Very nice,” Cat purred, still tasting Dylan on her lips.

“Oh yeah,” was all Dylan had words for.

Cat picked up the phone, took her tea from the counter, and tucked her Kleenex under her arm as she headed to the couch. Once she was there she sat everything on the coffee table, which was littered with aspirin bottles, various nasal decongestants, throat sprays and a big bottle of Nyquil.

She felt awful; it was the worst cold she remembered since childhood. Hamlet yawned and flipped over on his back, his favorite toy lodged in his mouth. “Yes, I called it a cold, alright?” she grumbled. “God, just kill me. Maybe then I can get some sleep.”

She stared at the phone. Something, some inner voice, was telling her to call her folks. She didn?t know why it was so insistent. She?d, after all, called them at least twice a week since she?d moved away.

This was different, though.

“Probably the fever,” she muttered before lifting the handset from the receiver and dialing the number she knew by heart.

The phone rang three times before her mother finally picked it up.

“Mom, it Cat.”

“Sweetheart, you sound awful.”

“I feel awful. I have a horrible cold and I needed my Mommy,” she whined in the most convincing voice possible, which wasn?t really hard.

Her mother chuckled. “I?m glad to hear it. Do you have a fever?”

“Probably.”

“Have you taken your temperature?”

“Mom, my throat is sore, my nose is so plugged I can?t take a drink without feeling like I?m choking, and my head feels like it?s in Daddy?s vise. If I have a fever, it?s the least of my worries.”

“Oh honey, I?m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“Gargle with warm salt water.”

“Yuck.” She wrinkled her nose at the memory of the much detested childhood cure.

“You know it works.”

Cat sighed. “Yes Mom.”

“Other than the cold, are you all right sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I just felt miserable and wanted to call. How are you guys doing?”

“We?re fine, dear. Your brother Luke has a new girlfriend who ate supper with us tonight. I?m not exactly sure where she got her manners, but it surely wasn?t within a godfearing family like ours.”

Cat allowed her mother to ramble on without comment, soaking in the sound of her voice like a poultice. She felt her eyelids grow heavy, and stiffened quickly when she heard her mother?s strident tone.

“Don?t you agree, dear?”

“More than you could ever know,” Cat replied, winging it. “We?re going on a road trip day after tomorrow.”

“Flying?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, that should be fun. Especially with you as stuffed up as you are.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Can they put you in the injured list?”

“Mom, I wouldn?t let them bench me when I was hurt, I?m sure not going to do it over a cold. Besides if the team doctor thinks I can?t play, they?ll make me sit out anyhow, but I still have to go.”

“I wish I could help, but I?m several hundred miles away and I?m going to see your grandma tomorrow.”

“Give her hugs and kisses for me.”

“Oh I will. She?s so proud of you. She?s got a big poster of you framed in the living room.”

“Oh God. Where did she get that?”

“I asked her the same thing and she showed me. She got on the Internet, Cat, and ordered off the Badgers? website.”

“You?re joking, right? My grandmother knows how to use the web?”

Since her grandmother was pushing ninety, she felt justified in asking the question.

“And apparently she?s very good at it, too.”

Cat laughed, which caused her to cough. “Well Mom, I feel like crap, so I?m going to drink my tea, take my Nyquil and go to bed.”

“As yes, Nyquil, the take in the kitchen and hope to hell you make it to the bedroom medicine.”

“To hell with the bedroom. I?m sleeping on the couch.”

“Well, take care of yourself and call me when you get home.”

“Oh, I will. Give my love to Dad and the boys. I?ll talk to you soon. Love ya Mom.”

“Love you too, honey. Feel better soon.”

“I?ll try my best. Bye.”

“Bye Catherine.”

Two days later, the Badgers and their coaching staff were waiting at Gate 22-A, ready to board the commercial flight that would take them to Los Angeles. Where most teams flew in private planes chartered by the owner, the Badgers were stuck with commercial transportation given that Johnson scored a good deal with one of the lesser known?and cheap?national carriers.

As a result, the team, and especially Dylan, was mobbed the moment they stepped into the terminal by autograph seeking fans, and not even the close confines of the planes they flew provided them any relief. Security was non-existent on such trips, and Dylan was about at the end of her rope.

This trip was no different, though Mac, the assistant coaches and trainers had formed a phalanx around Dylan, allowing her at least some respite from the crush of fawning humanity.

They all breathed sighs of relief when the gate attendant finally called for boarding of their flight.

Just as she was about to board, Cat?s cellphone rang, and she stepped out of line to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, sis.” Her brother Luke was on the other end, and just the tone of his voice sent alarm bells ringing.

“Luke? What is it? What?s wrong?”

“It?s Mom. She?s been in an accident.”

Cat?s stomach plummeted to the floor. She could feel herself pale and a buzzing hiss filled her ears.

Dylan noticed immediately and beckoned Mac over. Mac took one look at Cat, nodded to Dylan, and took over the job of escorting the rest of the team onto the plane.

“Cat? Are you there?”

“Y-yes. I?m here. How?how is she?”

“I dunno, sis. Dad just called a few minutes ago. He?s on the way to the hospital now. He told me to call you and ask you to wait wherever you are until he can get a hold of you.”

“I?m in the airport, just about to board the plane to Los Angeles.”

An hand came down on Cat?s shoulder, and she looked up into the concerned eyes of Dylan. The Coach shook her head once in silent communication, and Cat nodded.