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  He was sitting up in his bed and looked even better than yesterday. His complexion was returning to normal, and his stubble was even darker today. I swallowed hard and pushed forward.

  “Tara,” he said, sounding surprised to see me.

  “How are you feeling today?” I asked.

  “Fine,” he said with a nod. “Pain is better.”

  “That’s great.” I nodded and pulled up a chair. “It looks like you’ll be discharged soon, which means you can start physical therapy.”

  Caleb nodded. “What do you have in store for me?”

  “Well,” I began, glancing down at my chart. “As I said before, we’ll start you on some mild stretches a few times a week. Nothing too strenuous because we don’t want to risk re-injuring that leg. The scar tissue can be substantial and extremely problematic. If we don’t do things the right way, you may never get your full range of motion back.”

  “I’ll do whatever you say,” Caleb said, his voice serious. “I want to get back on the job as soon as possible.”

  The determination in his voice softened my resolve to remain professional. Caleb’s strength had always been his most attractive quality. It drew me to him and turned me on. Our eyes met, and I felt like that same young girl who was laying eyes on this boy for the first time.

  “Will you still be the one taking care of my therapy?” Caleb asked.

  I blinked. Joan’s offer echoed in my mind, and I paused. It wasn’t such a bad idea to think about someone else handling his treatment. If I couldn’t even sit beside him without feeling a flush of desire grace my cheeks, how the hell was I supposed to deal with weeks of touching him?

  “I’ll probably hand your case off to a colleague,” I said, keeping the emotion out of my voice.

  “Tara,” Caleb said. “I’m sorry about the other day, okay? What I said. I was an ass.”

  “Yeah, you were,” I said bluntly.

  “That doesn’t mean we can’t work together,” Caleb said quickly. “You’re great at your job.”

  “How would you know?” I scoffed. “You didn’t even know I was a physical therapist until a few days ago.”

  “My mom keeps me pretty well informed,” Caleb said.

  “You seemed surprised to see me,” I said, confused. “If you knew, why were you so shocked?”

  “Are you kidding?” Caleb laughed. “We hadn’t seen each other in ten years, Tara. Of course I was fucking surprised. I thought you hated my guts.”

  I chose to ignore that. “Well, I don’t know,” I said. “Joan is a really great therapist.”

  “Joan?” Caleb asked. “That flighty little brunette who was in here yesterday? Dear God, don’t leave me with her. She’s an idiot.”

  “She’s actually brilliant,” I said.

  “Then she should act like it instead of throwing her tits in her patient’s face,” Caleb said.

  Anger welled inside my chest, but I fought it back. My eyes found Caleb’s again, and I sighed. He was right. There was no way I could leave all his sessions to Joan, but I also couldn’t take them on entirely by myself.

  “I guess I can make room in my schedule,” I said. “You’re so kind,” Caleb said sarcastically.

  I glared at him, and he laughed. I smiled weakly, unable to resist. He reached his hand toward me, but I moved away. I wasn’t ready to touch him.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said.

  His words hit my ears and made me forget how to breathe. I didn’t know how to respond, but thankfully, I didn’t have to. Cathy and my dad walked in the room and saved me from myself. I saw my dad shoot me a dirty look out of the corner of my eye while Cathy moved toward her son.

  I filled them in on Caleb’s case and then made my exit, hurrying into the hallway with my father at my heels.

  “This isn’t a good idea,” he said, his voice low and stern.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You and Caleb,” he snapped. “This little flirtation you two have going on, it’s inappropriate, and there’s no place for it here.”

  “I’m an adult, Dad,” I said. “There isn’t much you can say about the way I live my life anymore. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m a physical therapist. This is my job. Caleb is my patient.”

  “He doesn’t have to be,” Dad said. “Hand him off to someone else.”

  “He doesn’t want that,” I said. “He asked for me.”

  “Of course he did,” Dad said. “This isn’t right, Tara. You’re jeopardizing your career for Caleb.”

  “He’s family, isn’t he?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “Aren’t we supposed to take care of family?”

  “It’s not appropriate,” Dad hissed again. “And not just because of your job.”

  He stared into my eyes, anger boiling beneath the surface. I couldn’t stand his judgment for another second. Without a word, I spun on my heel and marched down the hall.

  CHAPTER SEVEN - CALEB

  Tara was there for most of my first therapy session. We were accompanied by another therapist who helped when needed, but Tara took the lead. It was hard at first, with her touching me and leaning into me while encouraging me to stretch further. All I could think about was how smooth her skin felt against my body. I had to force my dick to behave throughout the entire session, and by the end, I was a wreck of sexual tension.

  My next session was easier, and Tara didn’t require any assistance to move my heavy limb. I was finally going home that night, which meant leaving the safety of the hospital behind for the first time since the fire. I was ready but also nervous. Part of me couldn’t wait to get to my own bed and truly relax. Still, I liked how often I got to see Tara. Once I left, our sessions would go down to only a few times a week.

  While she stretched my sore leg and muttered words of encouragement, I watched Tara out of the corner of my eye. Her eyebrows were pulled together in concentration. I tried to focus on my therapy, but it was impossible with her touching me all the damn time. I wondered how she could do it and not lose her cool.

  “I think that’s good for today,” she said. “I want to get you on a pair of crutches. You can use them when you feel strong enough but don’t force it. If you’re tired, sit down and rest.”

  “I can handle it,” I said.

  “Don’t be stupid,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Do you want to fall? ’Cause I can promise you that won’t feel too good.”

  I held up my hands in mock surrender, trying not to show how turned on I was by her bossiness. “Okay, okay. Whatever you think is best. You’re the professional.”

  She stalked over to the supply closet and grabbed a set of crutches, bringing them over to the large mat table I was sitting on. “Here you go,” she said, handing me the crutches. “Give these a try.”

  With a heave, I got to my feet and tried to take a small step forward, tucking the crutches under my arms. I stumbled, and Tara caught me, steadying me quickly.

  “It’s all right,” she said. “You’ll get there. Just try again.”

  “I got it.” I snapped, yanking my arm away from Tara’s grasp. It was killing me to be so weak in front of her. I stumbled again, but she left me alone. It took a few tries, but I eventually got the hang of it.

  “See, I’m a pro now,” I said, trying to flex for her benefit. Tara rolled her eyes and gestured for me to sit down. I did as I was told just as my mom walked through the door. She smiled and hurried over to us, pulling up a chair beside mine.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked with a frown.

  “I’m taking you home,” she said. “I got the afternoon off, so I can get you settled in.”

  “You don’t need to babysit me.”

  “Yes, she does.” Tara snapped. “Without help, you aren’t getting discharged today.”

  I glared at her but knew she was right. I needed to get the hell out of this hospital, even if it meant I wouldn’t see her again for a few days.

  “Let’s talk about your at-home t
reatment,” Tara said. She held out the papers to me, and we went through everything point by point. “I’ll stop by later tonight to make sure everything is set. If that’s all right?”

  “Sure,” I said, nodding. It was more than okay.

  “Great,” Tara said. “Then, just sign this, and you can go.”

  I scribbled on the page and then let my mom help me to my feet. I used my crutches but I was so clumsy Mom asked if I needed a wheelchair. I ignored her and got myself to the parking lot without assistance.

  Mom drove me home, and when we stepped up to the front door, it flew open, and twenty people screamed “surprise”. I looked around to see all my buddies crowded inside my tiny ass apartment. With a laugh, I let my mom lead me through the door. I said hello to everyone, accepting hugs and slaps on the back. My leg was starting to feel weak, but I pushed through, keeping myself on my crutches until they pissed me off so much that I sat down on the couch for the rest of the night.

  “I’m leaving, honey,” Mom said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Have fun but take it easy.”

  “He’s in good hands,” Chief Johnson said. Mom hugged me and slipped out the door.

  The chief fell onto the couch beside me, handing me a beer and sipping his own slowly.

  “When can I get back in the rotation?” I asked, holding the beer in my hand without drinking it. I was still on painkillers that couldn’t be mixed with booze.

  “When you’re back on your feet, Lewis,” Chief said. “Don’t rush it, kid.”

  “I’m ready,” I said with determination.

  “You can’t fucking walk yet,” Chief said, snorting. “Calm the hell down.”

  “I can’t just sit on my ass,” I said. “I need to do something useful.”

  “You are,” Chief said. “You’re healing. That’s more important than you know.”

  “It’s not enough.” I groaned and threw my head back against the couch cushions.

  “What you did for that family was a goddamn miracle,” Chief said. “Be grateful you’re alive.”

  “It wasn’t a miracle,” I said. “It was the job.”

  “Really?” Chief raised his eyebrows and nodded toward the front door.

  I turned around to see a familiar face walking through the door. It was the same man from the apartment fire. He was no longer covered in ash, and his face was set in a broad smile instead of a panicked grimace. Behind him, stood his wife and little girl. They glanced around the room, smiling nervously until Greg ran up to greet them.

  They all hugged Greg and whispered something to him I couldn’t hear. He glanced at me and led them over. I felt my heart pound in my chest. What would I say to them?

  “Caleb!” Greg said. “Someone’s here to see you.”

  I smiled and tried to stand up, but the man shook his head and put his hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t stand up,” he said. “We wanted to come by and thank you for everything you did for us.”

  “It was nothing,” I mumbled.

  “You saved my wife and my daughter,” he said. “It was everything.”

  “I’m Grace,” the wife said. “And this is Hannah.”

  “Hi Hannah,” I said kindly. The little girl smiled but hid behind her mother’s skirt. “Thank you for coming by.”

  “We wanted to tell you that your medical bills are covered,” Grace said. “We’re taking care of everything. It’s our way of saying thank you. Thank you for everything.”

  “You don’t need to do that,” I said quickly. “Really, it’s not necessary.”

  “We just received a huge inheritance,” Grace said. “We were moving and had almost everything out of the apartment when the fire happened. We barely lost anything at all, and because of you, we’re still alive.”

  “It’s the least we can do,” the man said. “Please, let us.”

  I nodded and smiled, embarrassed but pleased that they were there. The Chief jumped up to let them sit down. We talked for a few more minutes. They told me all about their new home, and Hannah even warmed up enough to ask about my leg. She was adorable, and by the time they left, I felt better about my situation.

  It wasn’t only the medical bills, which had been wearing on my mind. It was everything. Knowing I did a good thing, that I saved a young girl’s life, was more than enough to make me grateful. I knew Chief was right, I couldn’t get back to work anytime soon, but at least my injury wasn’t wasted.

  We partied into the evening, laughing and swapping war stories. By the time Chief was six beers in, he was telling everyone who would listen all about his own injury from ten years ago. He insisted he’d damn near broken his back in a six-story fall, but we all knew the building had only been two floors high.

  We laughed, and I soon forget all about my injuries. My head was buzzing from the excitement and the powerful painkillers. I hadn’t felt this good in weeks.

  CHAPTER EIGHT - TARA

  Music and laughter were coming from Caleb’s apartment when I walked up to the front door. I frowned and raised my fist to knock. When I did, the door flew open, and I was face to face with a man I didn’t know. I looked around to see that Caleb’s apartment was full of men and women having a good time. A few wore firemen T-shirts, so I assumed they’d thrown Caleb a welcome home party.

  “Wow,” the man in front of me said. “You’re hotter than your picture.”

  “My picture?” I asked.

  “Caleb!” the guy screamed, turning toward the couch. “The chick from your wallet is here!”

  “What?” Caleb asked, frowning. He turned to face me as I stepped inside. The door swung shut behind me. “Oh. Hey!”

  I squeezed through the crowd until I reached the couch. Caleb was sitting down with his leg propped up on the coffee table. His crutches were leaning against the wall beside him, and I was glad to see he looked sober. The painkillers Dr. McGee had him on were powerful.

  “Hey,” I said, sinking onto the couch beside him. “Some party.”

  “Yeah.” Caleb laughed. “They surprised me when I got home.”

  “Good,” I said. “You deserve it.”

  “I do?” Caleb asked, raising his eyebrows.

  “After what you did,” I said. “Of course you do.”

  “You heard about that?” Caleb asked, his cheeks blushing slightly.

  “The whole hospital heard,” I said. “Your mom made sure of that.”

  “God,” Caleb said, groaning and rubbing his face. “She needs to learn to shut the hell up sometimes.”

  “Don’t be a dick,” I said. “She loves you.”

  Caleb grinned and settled back against the couch cushions. Someone I didn’t know pressed a beer into my hand, and I nodded my gratitude, suddenly remembering the guy’s comment when I first arrived. Something about my picture?

  “Hey,” I said. “What was that guy talking about before? When he said the girl from your wallet was here.”

  “Oh,” Caleb said, reaching into his pocket without hesitation. He pulled out my senior picture and handed it to me. “I’ve had it forever.”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I remember when I gave it to you. I can’t believe you kept this.”

  Caleb shrugged and took it back. He tucked it inside his wallet. I stared at him while he put it back in his pocket. My mind was racing, but I didn’t know what to say. After ten years, Caleb still kept a picture of me in his wallet. What did that mean? Did it mean anything at all, or had he just forgotten to take it out?

  “Hey there,” the guy from the front door said, sliding onto the couch beside me. “Need a drink?”

  “I have one,” I said, raising my beer. “Thanks.”

  “God, you really are hotter than your picture,” he said, licking his lips. “Wanna get out of here?”

  “Fuck off, Tyler,” Caleb growled and leaned forward, glaring around me at Tyler.

  “What?” Tyler asked.

  “You’re drunk as shit,” Caleb said. “Get the fuck out of here befo
re I kick your ass.”

  “The lady can make up her own mind,” Tyler said, wrapping his arm around me and grinning. I could smell the booze on his breath, and it made my stomach roll.

  “The lady says to get your hands off her before she’s forced to do something you’ll regret,” I said, glaring at him.

  “Don’t be like that, darlin’,” Tyler said.

  “Leave.” Caleb’s voice was deep and dangerous. “Now.”

  “All right, all right,” Tyler said, sighing and dropping his hand from my shoulders and stumbling away from us.

  When I turned back to face Caleb, his face was red with rage. I frowned but didn’t speak. I had no idea where Caleb’s anger came from. We hadn’t been together in ten years and yet, watching his buddy hit on me, made him downright murderous. That, plus my picture in his wallet, had my head spinning.

  Did he still have feelings for me? He hit on me in the hospital, but that didn’t mean anything. Caleb was a flirt. He always had been. He could blink and have any woman he wanted. It wasn’t anything new for him to proposition someone, that much I knew. Still, why would he keep my picture for ten years if he didn’t care about me? And, why would he get so angry with Tyler for hitting on me? And, how exactly did I feel about all of that?

  The party slowly began to thin, and soon, Caleb and I were the only ones left. I finished my beer and sat closer to him on the couch, the evening air fueling my attraction to him. It was hard to resist when I had alcohol coursing through my veins and Caleb’s jealous streak was still fresh in my mind.

  The only thing that kept me somewhat focused was my building headache. It started in my temples five minutes after Tyler left, but it had grown in strength as the night wore on. I sat beside Caleb, talking and laughing and trying to ignore the pain.

  “I still can’t believe we did that,” I said, laughing as Caleb reminded me of the time we snuck into our high school gym at midnight. “We were idiots.”