Wrestling Desire 2 (A Contemporary Romance) by Michelle Cary Page B
Authors: Michelle Cary
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Gene suspended him.”
“Gene suspended him?” Her head hurt. All of this drama would have been a lot to take if she’d been healthy, but being ill made it damn near impossible to process. She leaned back against the pillow and gently rubbed at her temple. “This is just too much. I knew he was angry when he left earlier, but I didn’t expect him to go off half-cocked and start beating up on people. I don’t know him anymore.”
“I don’t think any of us do.” Holt climbed onto the bed and snuggled up next to her. “I tried calling you after the fight, but the line was busy and I was worried he’d come back here after you.”
Mentally exhausted, she turned to him and rested her head in the crook of his arm. “I was talking to Derek, but even if Bryan had shown up he wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I want to believe that, but you didn’t see him, sweetheart. He was like a wild animal.”
“I’m so tired. It’s all just too much at once.”
“I know, baby. Just try and get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter 7
Emma leaned her head against the pillow and stared absently at the television. After four days of ordered bed rest by Doctor Andrews she was slowly starting to go stir crazy. It didn’t help that first Jill then Marissa took up the role of babysitter, making sure she stayed in bed when Holt wasn’t around. The only time she’d been allowed up was for the required travel from Atlanta to San Antonio for their next show. Then she was ordered back to bed.
The issue with Bryan still weighed heavy on her mind. After his fight with Holt he’d simply packed up his gear and disappeared. Against Derek and Holt’s wishes she’d tried calling Bryan’s cell, but each time it went to voicemail and he’d yet to return her call. Derek insisted she let the situation go and focus on getting better, but how could she stand by and do nothing when her family was falling apart?
She’d managed to steer clear of the subject as much as possible and after sleeping more in the last three days than she had in the last three weeks she felt marginally better. At least she hadn’t thrown up anymore. Despite Holt’s reservations she’d pulled herself out of bed, dressed and managed to keep down breakfast before heading over to the arena to go back to work.
“Wow, you look like hell,” Jill handed her a bottle of water.
“Gee thanks,” Emma took the bottle from her friend and cracked it open.
Jill eyed her with concern. “You’ve lost weight. Have you been eating?”
“Constantly,” she took a long drink of the cool water then immediately wished she hadn’t when her stomach cramped in response. “Holt’s become a mother hen, making sure I stay fed and hydrated.” She shook her head. “I swear if he tries to feed me one more bowl of chicken noodle soup I’m going to scream.”
“Cut him a break. He’s worried about you. Frankly quite a few of us are worried about you.”
Guilt washed through Emma at her friend’s statement. “I’m sorry. It ’s just being sick makes me cranky.”
Jill gave a nod. “I understand. You should know that we’ve missed you at the strategy and story line meetings.”
“You’ll have to catch me up because every time I mentioned the meetings and what went on I was told not to worry about it.”
“That’s because the only thing you needed to worry about was getting better.” Holt’s low tenor came from behind her and his large arms wrapped around Emma’s waist. He pulled her back against him. “You are feeling better right?”
She turned her head and planted a kiss on his neck as she inhaled the woodsy scent of his cologne. “Much.”
“Good.” He grinned. “When did you eat last?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Not all that long ago and I’m not hungry.” With her statement her stomach rumbled and she tried not to cringe at the pain. The last thing she
“Gene suspended him?” Her head hurt. All of this drama would have been a lot to take if she’d been healthy, but being ill made it damn near impossible to process. She leaned back against the pillow and gently rubbed at her temple. “This is just too much. I knew he was angry when he left earlier, but I didn’t expect him to go off half-cocked and start beating up on people. I don’t know him anymore.”
“I don’t think any of us do.” Holt climbed onto the bed and snuggled up next to her. “I tried calling you after the fight, but the line was busy and I was worried he’d come back here after you.”
Mentally exhausted, she turned to him and rested her head in the crook of his arm. “I was talking to Derek, but even if Bryan had shown up he wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I want to believe that, but you didn’t see him, sweetheart. He was like a wild animal.”
“I’m so tired. It’s all just too much at once.”
“I know, baby. Just try and get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter 7
Emma leaned her head against the pillow and stared absently at the television. After four days of ordered bed rest by Doctor Andrews she was slowly starting to go stir crazy. It didn’t help that first Jill then Marissa took up the role of babysitter, making sure she stayed in bed when Holt wasn’t around. The only time she’d been allowed up was for the required travel from Atlanta to San Antonio for their next show. Then she was ordered back to bed.
The issue with Bryan still weighed heavy on her mind. After his fight with Holt he’d simply packed up his gear and disappeared. Against Derek and Holt’s wishes she’d tried calling Bryan’s cell, but each time it went to voicemail and he’d yet to return her call. Derek insisted she let the situation go and focus on getting better, but how could she stand by and do nothing when her family was falling apart?
She’d managed to steer clear of the subject as much as possible and after sleeping more in the last three days than she had in the last three weeks she felt marginally better. At least she hadn’t thrown up anymore. Despite Holt’s reservations she’d pulled herself out of bed, dressed and managed to keep down breakfast before heading over to the arena to go back to work.
“Wow, you look like hell,” Jill handed her a bottle of water.
“Gee thanks,” Emma took the bottle from her friend and cracked it open.
Jill eyed her with concern. “You’ve lost weight. Have you been eating?”
“Constantly,” she took a long drink of the cool water then immediately wished she hadn’t when her stomach cramped in response. “Holt’s become a mother hen, making sure I stay fed and hydrated.” She shook her head. “I swear if he tries to feed me one more bowl of chicken noodle soup I’m going to scream.”
“Cut him a break. He’s worried about you. Frankly quite a few of us are worried about you.”
Guilt washed through Emma at her friend’s statement. “I’m sorry. It ’s just being sick makes me cranky.”
Jill gave a nod. “I understand. You should know that we’ve missed you at the strategy and story line meetings.”
“You’ll have to catch me up because every time I mentioned the meetings and what went on I was told not to worry about it.”
“That’s because the only thing you needed to worry about was getting better.” Holt’s low tenor came from behind her and his large arms wrapped around Emma’s waist. He pulled her back against him. “You are feeling better right?”
She turned her head and planted a kiss on his neck as she inhaled the woodsy scent of his cologne. “Much.”
“Good.” He grinned. “When did you eat last?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Not all that long ago and I’m not hungry.” With her statement her stomach rumbled and she tried not to cringe at the pain. The last thing she
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