“You clean up good, Sam.” Nick teased from the therapy table. Sam chuckled, put Nick’s chart on the counter, and grabbed for the electrical leads. “Be careful or I’ll turn these things up to full capacity.” “What?” Nick laughed. “I was being honest. It just throws me for a loop when I see you at work when the Sam I know prefers shorts and a tank top.” Nick looked around the physical therapy office, where Sam had been treating Nick for his injured knee for almost a year. “It’s so official looking.” “Life changes ... It took me a while to get used to you on national television, in the big game. It was even more surreal when I got the chance to see you play.” “You came to my games?” Nick’s eyes went wide. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could have given you tickets down near my family.” Sam waved him off. “Nah. It was more exciting with the fans. That way if you screwed up, I wasn’t harassed for coming to see you.”
