Jess can’t wait to be finished her physiotherapy practicum and finished with Vixen Falls. She loves being a physiotherapist, but doesn’t love sports medicine and all the sweaty, meaty, drooling men that go along with it. It’s just her luck that one of her job requirements is to assist the local football team’s athletic department during games. It’s even worse luck when Austen Brady, the defensive end with arms as big as her head and eyes that see past her ambivalence, won’t quit ending up on her treatment table. Or in her bed.
Jess is adamant that a new-found appreciation for the magic of football pants won’t sway her- she has big dreams and the team has a bad reputation. It’ll take a lot more than tight spandex to convince her there’s anything worth sticking around Vixen Falls for. If only Austen didn’t seem hell bent on proving her wrong.