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I sh clenched teeth, I even agreed to stand back and listen – instead of talking – during the consult with Michael

I was there to help kids like Michael, athletes who had a drea up with Dr Pierce, then so be it I'd do what I had to do, learn fro better for it

CHAPTER FIVE - GAVIN

Morgan was a quick study She was better than any of s quickly She also knew her stuff On several occasions, she surprised me with her skill – and it took a lot to surprise me

But still, I couldn't help but check out her tight little ass or her curvy figure every chance I got With the way the buttons on her shirt threatened to pop open, it was hard to focus at times Yes, I loved woan were notfor me

My phone buzzed and, looking at the caller ID, I saas Tracy I had a s to be aard I knew she was delivering the divorce papers to Tyler that afternoon, and well, I'd just seen him a few hours before Noas probably the time to cut ties with her – for professional reasons

When I didn't answer her call, it rang again, and this tie and sent me a text

“Sounds i over at me as alked into Michael Greene's room

“Not really,” I said I reached into my pocket and silenced my phone “It's my personal phone, so it's not a patient”

“Uh huh,” she said, as if she knew more than she let on “Well, hopefully whoever it is won't be too mad at you”

Yeah, Tracy wasn't known for being calm and collected It was one reason she and Tyler didn't work out, I suspected Tyler, as far as I could tell, was a good guy He loved his wife dearly, and with good reason – she was hot as hell and willing to do prettyin the bedrooh that is what Tracy liked to tell everyone But his career cauments went down

She accused hione all the time He denied it and I believed him He was a pro athlete and they lived life on the road But, she'd flipped the fuck out and things got ugly, fast I kneomen like her all too well Tyler wasn't the proble to be my problem

No as I going to let that happen

I put all thoughts of Tyler and Tracy aside as we stepped into the room to meet our next patient Michael was a poo

r kid froe on a basketball scholarship – one he risked losing if his ankle didn't let him play next season As soon as alked into the room, I saw the look of fear in the boy's eyes