The way my body remembers exactly how good he felt that night.
Which makes it very hard to focus on being professional.
Especially when a physical therapist gets a little too comfortable being physical with her rugby player client.
And people do notice.
I see the looks sometimes.
Finley’s raised eyebrow.
Dani’s knowing smirk.
Even Tank is sometimes watching us like he’s waiting for something to explode.
“We—we work together,” I say finally, pulling my hands back from Noah’s shoulder like I’ve just remembered I’m supposed to be maintaining boundaries.“Everyone will notice.”
Noah doesn’t even hesitate.
“So what?”he says flatly.“I don’t give a bloody fuck about anyone else.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I argue, crossing my arms.“You’re the team’s prize hooker.I’m just the physical therapist.That means I’m replaceable.And I’m pretty sure Mr.Knight frowns on fraternizing at work.”
Noah huffs out a quiet laugh.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Love, but half the team is married to someone who works for Mitchell Knight.”
He gestures vaguely toward the hallway.
“Tank and Dani.Luca and Annabeth.Koa and Finley.Hell, if you listen to the lads long enough you’d think the Rovers are basically one big matchmaking service.”
“That’s different,” I insist weakly.
“How?”
“They’rethem.”
“And we’reus.If you’d just give us a chance.”
His voice is softer now.
Steadier.
And somehow that’s worse.
Because when Noah Walker decides something matters, the whole world seems to tilt around it.
I try to look away.
Try to cling to my logic.
But he steps closer.
Not touching me.
Just standing there.
Waiting.
