by Rye Hart
Dad and I talked about me requesting another PT to be assigned to Caleb, but I made the decision that Caleb’s condition was the right challenge to help me excel in my rotations. I told myself that I’d spent enough years apart from Caleb and that I was over him for some time. It turned out that may not have been the total truth.
Why did the asshole have to be so hot? And on top of that a fire fighter who saves lives.
My dad and step mom always had a positive influence on me, because they saved lives for a living. They inspired me to pursue a career where I could do the same. It seemed apparent to me now that Caleb was also influenced by them in his own way. The thought put an involuntary smile on my face.
I got dressed quickly, throwing my wet hair in a bun and pulling on my scrubs. My determination was stronger than ever as I drove toward the hospital. Thankfully, I hadn’t had another headache in two days. I felt healthy and strong, ready to take on this latest challenge.
As I stepped inside the physical therapy office, I waved to my coworkers and sat down at my desk. My first session wasn’t for another two hours, and I had some paperwork to finish. I knew my office work wouldn’t keep me busy for long, but it was a distraction I desperately needed. I threw myself into it, not thinking about Caleb again until Joan came over to my desk.
“You got that firefighter, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Caleb Lewis?” I asked. “Yeah.”
“Lucky bitch,” Joan said, groaning with disappointment.
“What?” I asked.
“He’s so fucking hot,” Joan said. “I did my rounds this morning, and I peeked in on him. God, he is gorgeous.”
“He’s a patient,” I said firmly.
“A hot patient.” Joan laughed. I rolled my eyes and tried to keep my annoyance in check.
“I should probably go check in on him,” I said.
“Pinch his ass for me,” Joan said, wagging her eyebrows.
I ignored her and hurried out of the room. Anger was boiling inside me as I made my way to Caleb’s floor. I could barely see straight as I replayed Joan’s words in my mind. She was always that way, eager to throw herself at any hot doctor or patient who looked her way. It was exhausting but also entertaining. Until now.
I clenched my fists at my side as I thought about her hitting on Caleb. Shaking myself, I tried to relax. What did it matter if Joan hit on Caleb? I didn’t care who he dated. It wasn’t my business, and it never would be. With that thought in mind, I squared my shoulders and stepped into his room.
I walked quietly toward his bed. He was asleep, tucked deep beneath his blankets. I watched him for a second before I turned my attention to Cathy. She was sitting beside his bed, wearing her nurse’s scrubs.
“Are you working today?” I asked, keeping my voice down.
She nodded. “I wish I wasn’t. I don’t want to leave him.”
“He’ll be okay,” I said, patting her shoulder. “He has a team of doctors.”
“I know.” She sighed. “He’s still in so much pain, though. I worry they won’t take care of him if I’m not here to browbeat them into it.”
I laughed. “I’m sure Caleb can handle himself.”
“I’m glad you decided to keep him as your patient. I can’t think of anyone else who would do a better job. Are you here for his PT already?” Cathy asked.
“Not yet.” I shook my head. “Just making my rounds, checking on my patients.”
Cathy nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. I glanced down at my feet, suddenly unable to hold her gaze. My past relationship with her son wasn’t a secret. My dad and Cathy both knew about us. I always suspected that was why they insisted on sending him to military school ten years ago.
“I should get to work,” Cathy said, sighing and getting to her feet.
“I’ll check in on him in later,” I said, reassuring her. “He’ll be okay.”
Cathy nodded and left. I kept my eyes on Caleb for a few more minutes. I didn’t want him to be alone, but I knew I shouldn’t care. With a sigh, I forced myself to follow Cathy’s lead and get back to work. I had other patients to check on, and I couldn’t spend my entire day dwelling on the boy who once stole my heart and tore it to pieces.
CHAPTER FIVE - CALEB
The sun was high in the sky when I finally woke up on Monday. With a glance at the clock, I saw it was already well into the afternoon. After getting a fresh round of painkillers at about four a.m., I had passed out and slept for hours. My body needed the rest, but I still felt horrible for sleeping all day. My leg was sore, but my back finally felt better. Dr. McGee assured me it wasn’t injured, just sore from my fall. With the painkillers still coursing through my veins, I felt better.
I slowly pushed myself up, adjusting my pillows and leaning back with a groan. Every part of my body felt like lead, but I was just grateful the pain had finally faded. The night before had been harsh. Not only did I spend most of it writhing in unbearable pain, but my mind constantly spun around thoughts of Tara.
Seeing her again felt like something between a dream and a nightmare. When she’d walked into my hospital room the other day, my entire life changed in an instant. It had been ten years since I’d laid eyes on her, and after what I’d done, I was sure, step-siblings or not, I never would again. After I finished to military school, Tara went off to college. By the time I enlisted in the army, she hadn’t been home in months.
I stayed away for a long time, only returning home when I had no choice. During those times, Tara stayed at school, and when she started PT school, I was discharged from the army and became a firefighter. Our lives were always circling around each other, but they never intersected until now.
A part of me wondered if Darren didn’t plan things that way. It was his sole mission to keep me away from his daughter when we were seventeen. He did everything in his power to break us up, and when he couldn’t, he convinced my mother to send me away. It wasn’t entirely his fault. My behavior back then was borderline criminal. I was even on the verge of getting expelled from school, but Darren never would have suggested something as harsh as military school if it hadn’t been for my relationship with Tara.
I couldn’t blame him. No father would want their daughter with a guy like me. Even now I knew Darren would never approve of us being together, but that didn’t stop me from wondering. All night, I switched between cursing my nurses while fighting through my pain and remembering how it felt to hold Tara, to kiss her lips, to hear her whisper my name.
I barely slept that night, so when Dr. McGee finally ordered another round of painkillers, I was grateful. Not only did I get a reprieve from the pain but my thoughts of Tara finally faded while I slipped into oblivion. My dreams were scattered and incoherent. Nothing came into focus except Tara’s face. I dreamed of her pale blue eyes on and off throughout the day, and when I finally woke, they were the first thing I saw.
I groaned and rolled over, trying to keep myself awake without making the pain return. Five minutes later, a nurse came hurrying into my room.
“Oh!” she said, surprised to see me sitting up. “You’re finally awake.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Those painkillers are no joke.”
“You needed your rest,” she said with a knowing nod. “How’s your pain today?”
“Better,” I said. “I think the painkillers are still working.”
“That’s great.” She smiled and moved to take my vitals. I fell silent while she took my blood pressure and temperature. She jotted a few things down on my chart and then turned toward me with a furrowed brow. “Is there anything I can do for you? Do you want the T.V. remote?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m fine right now.”
“Your physical therapist was doing the rounds earlier,” she said. “I’ll let her know you’re awake now.”
“Tara?” I asked, hope blooming in my chest.
The nurse nodded and smiled. She hurried from the room, and I felt my heart begin to race. I hadn’t
expected to see Tara again so soon, but the prospect of seeing her face was enough to send waves of excitement coursing through my body.
It was another ten minutes before she arrived. In that time, I adjusted my position twelve times, trying to find the most comfortable position that would make me seem the least weak. I hated that Tara was seeing me this way: broken and bedridden. It wasn’t my proudest moment.
When she came into my room, I smiled and watched her walk toward me. She was wearing the same outfit from before. Her body looked even better today, now that my mind wasn’t clouded with pain. The seventeen-year-old I held in my memory couldn’t hold a candle to the woman standing before me.
Her body swayed just right with every step she took. Her curves had always been enticing, but now that she was older, they were more defined. She exuded confidence, and that alone was enough to make me hard beneath my hospital blankets. I swallowed and told myself to get it together. If I couldn’t control myself around Tara, this would never work.
“How are you feeling today?” she asked, her blue eyes searching my face.
“Better,” I said with a nod. “Last night was pretty fucking brutal, but today, I’m all right.”
“Did the pain keep you awake?” Tara asked, ready to take notes on her chart.
“Yeah,” I said. “Most of the night.”
“What did they give you?” Tara asked, frowning and looking down at my chart.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Whatever it was, it worked.”
“Good.” She nodded and looked back at me. Her eyes roamed over my face and then down my body. I felt myself flush as she looked me over. I knew she was just visually assessing me, but it felt like more. My dick twitched, and I shifted on the bed. “Mind if I take a look at your leg?”
“Sure.” I nodded, and Tara moved forward.
“Tell me if anything I do hurts, okay?” she asked.
“Got it.”
Tara lifted the bottom of my blanket. I felt a sense dread wash over me. What would she say if she saw my erection? Fuck, why couldn’t I get the damn thing under control?
Thankfully, Tara didn’t lift the blanket far enough for it to matter. She moved it off my leg and examined the surgical dressings. Gently, she ran her fingers down the length of it, pausing every so often to apply pressure.
Her hands were warm and felt electric against my skin. I trembled at her touch and prayed she didn’t notice. I stared at her face while she worked. God, she was beautiful. I’d spent ten years imagining her face, but seeing it in person was better than I ever dreamed it would be. I could have stared at her for hours.
Now that my pain was gone, I felt more like myself. As Tara gently massaged my leg, feeling around for any tenderness, I felt a rush of confidence rise inside my chest. She ran her finger up my thigh, stopping just before she reached the blanket covered part. When she glanced up at me, I grinned.
“Don’t stop there,” I said, my voice low and husky.
Tara’s eyes instantly hardened. She lifted her hand off my leg and glared at me, not bothering to hide her irritation.
“What?” I asked, laughing lightly. “I’m just saying what we’re both thinking.”
“I’m not thinking about your dick,” Tara said boldly.
“You weren’t?” I raised my eyebrows. “Not even a little bit.”
“Did you feel any pain, Caleb?” Tara asked, sighing deeply and rolling her eyes.
“Only when you rejected my offer,” I said playfully.
“This little game you’re playing right now?” Tara said. “It’s not going to work on me.”
“What game?” I asked innocently.
“We’ll start your PT as soon as you’re discharged,” Tara said, ignoring me. “Your leg seems to be healing just fine.”
“Tara,” I began, but she was already heading toward the door.
I sighed and leaned back against my pillow. She disappeared almost as quickly as she appeared and yet again, I was left thinking about nothing but her. Her face. Her body. That tight little ass of hers. Everything about her called out to me, and I knew she felt the same way whether she wanted to admit it or not.
As the day progressed, my pain returned with a vengeance. Dr. McGee ordered more painkillers, but they were a different kind. Instead of easing me into a relaxed sleep, they were designed to keep me awake, so I could ease myself through the pain as it slowly reduced. I soon felt better, but I wished I could close my eyes and forget about Tara for a little while.
I knew I ran her off with my comments, but I didn’t regret them. I did what I always do: spoke my mind. If Tara ran away from me, it was only because she knew I was right. After all these years, there was still a spark between us, and damn if I wasn’t about to set it ablaze.
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CHAPTER ONE - DEAN
“Goddammit. Mom’s back at it again. She was passed out in the hallway last night and had to be carried to her bed. Every time things seem to get better, shit hits the fan again,” Daniel grumbled as we both scarfed down our breakfast.
Cornflakes and burnt coffee-breakfast of champions.
“I know,” I grunted in response.
I hated that I had to leave my little brother home with our mom when she was at her worse, but the only thing keeping the lights from being shut off was my job at the country club.
“She already finished a fresh fifth of vodka by noon yesterday. Then she just started talking all crazy like she does,” he said before shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
I sat back and pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you have to be stuck with her during the day bro—” I started.
“It’s okay man. We both have to do our part. Besides, I’m not sure that shoveling horse shit all day is any better.”
I gave a chuckle and gulped down the last of my coffee. “Honestly, the worst part of my job is having to deal with the club members. Ninety-nine percent of them are stuffed-shirt douchebags. And don’t get me started on the chicks.”
Daniel laughed. “Yeah, you’d better not start on the chicks, Casanova,” he teased.
I smiled and shook my head, not exactly sure that I was happy with my teenage brother knowing about my reputation with the ladies in our small town outside of Austin. Dad died when Daniel was a baby, so I’ve been the only male role model in his life. I had a sense of obligation to look after him. I tried to do my best, but a man’s got needs.
“Well, I need to get to the club,” I told him, standing and playfully rubbing the top of his head with my right hand and making damn sure his moussed hair was a fine mess once I was done. He pushed me away with one arm as he frantically adjusted his hair with his free hand. I chuckled as I made my way to the sink.
“Don’t worry about that, I got them,” Daniel said.
I smiled down at him and ruffled his hair some more. “Try to stay out of trouble, will you?” I called over my shoulder as I walked out the door.
“Ditto!”
***
As I mucked out the horse stalls, I had to remind myself why I took this job in the first place. Though it wasn’t glamorous in the least, it paid more than my last gig at the factory.
I’d been forced to work job after job since age twelve, when my mother climbed into the nearest bottle after my father’s death. In all honesty, life at the Evans residence had been a complete shit show over the years. At the age of twenty-four, I’d already seen so much more than a man twice my age. I was determined to change the state of my family even if that meant working my ass off to make it happen.
This job wasn’t where I’d imagined I’d be, but at least it gave me better hours so I could be home in the evenings when Mom was usually at her worst. Plus, I got to work with the horses. Hors
es had been my passion since my dad had taken me to my first rodeo when I was five. I started riding at the stables where he worked after that and rode almost every day until he died. Though I really didn’t have time or money for riding much anymore, other than the guided trail rides at the club, I still relished the ability to be around the gorgeous beasts on a daily basis.
Another thing that had kept me up at night was Daniel’s circle of friends – if you could call them that. I knew my kid brother. He wasn’t his usual self - leaving the house after midnight and coming home at near day break with blood-shoot eyes. Hanging out with the wrong crowd gets a guy into deep shit. I knew it from experience and I wanted so much more for my brother. Based on my limited exposure, I didn’t know much about his friends but something told me they were trouble. At this point I was waiting for my opportunity to catch him doing something stupid so I could finally beat that stupid out of him.
With a grunt, I forced my shovel under the pile of crap and heaved it into the waiting wheelbarrow. My forehead was glistening with sweat so I wiped it with the back of my hand. Once the last stall was cleaned, I tossed the shovel to the side and heaved the wheelbarrow up with both hands.
“Dean!” a familiar voice called out. I stopped walking and turned around. My boss, Trevor Larson was standing behind me.
“What’s up?” I asked
“Well, I was going to tell you to clean the stalls out before you get the horses set for the riders, but it looks like you already took care of that. Aside from that, these riders are a group of elite club members. Make sure they leave happy, weel ya?” he said.
“Sure thing. I’ll take care of it,” I answered, stifling the urge to say ‘no shit, Sherlock,’ instead.
Realizing he had nothing else to say, Trevor turned and walked away.
“Asshat,” I muttered under my breath as he left. Though he probably had as much money in his bank account as I did, Trevor had a chip on his shoulder. He’d been around these old-money assholes way too long.