I gave her a half-bow and my best smile. And she rolled her eyes when I extended my hand, but she couldn't hide the grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. She eased her delicate hand into mine, and I used the motion to run my hand up her arm and rest it against her back. I slid my other arm underneath her knees and shifted her toward me. It was a little trickier with the truck, but it gave me an excuse to get her close, so I'd make do. I loved the feel of her in my embrace, cradled against me-her weight, the heat from her skin, the breath she blew across my neck unknowingly. And then, Jack chilled those thoughts with his icy stare as he watched me move his daughter. I had no doubt that if Sarah so much as winced, he'd leap off that porch and come after me. And I pretended like he couldn't sense the pleasure I got out of having her pressed against me because that would be a death sentence in itself. Nevertheless, for a few brief moments, I got to enjoy the way her arms wound arou
This was the first time since Sarah had started physical therapy that she would have a couple of days off. Even in the rehab facility, she'd had standing appointments on the weekend. It was a complete submersion into healing. Now she'd had the weekend without anyone poking or prodding her. I didn't know what Jack's plans were, and I hadn't asked. I just knew Sarah had to be back in Laredo for most of the afternoon, and I had more leeway with my time than he did. At some point, her dad had to get back to business. His business was cattle ranching, not hospitals and doctor's appointments. He hadn't called me, although he did look relieved when I hopped out of the truck in front of the barn. It was an expression I'd never seen much growing up-not from Jack-and saw it just about every day now. "Hey, Jack." I closed the truck door and walked over to the horse Jack had in hand. "Is Sarah about ready for her appointment?" He patted the horse's neck and smoothed its
Five weeks and countless sessions later, Sarah was starting to show signs of improvement. I hadn't missed a single visit and drove her to Laredo every day. I was grateful I worked on my parents' farm and that they valued the Adams as much as I did. They encouraged me-and Austin-to do whatever it took to help Jack at Cross Acres. I didn't think they had any idea that would include falling for his daughter, but since they hadn't specified that was off-limits, I hadn't discussed it. Jack and Sarah needed help. Austin was working on his ranch, and I made sure Sarah was taken care of. I never asked again; I just showed up. It hadn't taken long for Jack to stop asking why I was there, and he quickly reached a point where he simply kept working. Lately, he wasn't even around when I arrived, and if he were, he would just raise a hand in "hello." Jack trusted me to take care of her, and somehow, that was a reward in itself. "Sunshine?" I called out for her as soon as I stepped into the
The rehab facility had an entire room with different machines and contraptions specifically designed to assist with walking. The space was large, and multiple patients worked with different physical therapists at the same time. And while I'd thought that would give Sarah hope and encourage her to see other people struggled, too, somehow, it only made her struggles worse. Her insecurities were preventing her progress as she worried more about what other people saw than focusing on the task in front of her. No one inside these walls other than her own team paid the least bit of attention to her, yet in her mind, they were all staring. Her eyes scanned the perimeter of the room as the therapists got her into position between two bars. She held on for dear life to keep her balance, although she zoned in on everything else going on. Kappi-the newest therapist to her crew-was getting frustrated by her inability to reach Sarah. It was like Sarah had a wall up that she couldn't see pa
I couldn't get him out of my mind. And that kiss. As far as kisses go, the steam level might not have been that great for anyone else, but for this girl-who'd never been kissed-it was amazing. Not only was it a welcome relief from all of the worry, all of the stress that had weighed me down the past few months, but it was Charlie freaking Burin. His mouth had touched mine; his tongue had parted my lips; his fingers had dug into my neck. It was just-ah. A girl could die happy after that exchange. Charlie had managed to nudge his way into my world without my really noticing that he'd come in, and he'd never left. It was Charlie who encouraged me through physical therapy. It was Charlie who picked me up when I was down. It was Charlie who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. At my lowest points, he was always there to get me through. He marked every bit of progress as a triumph, and he tallied all the wins. One unassisted step at a time. And while it might not have bee
There was a hint of animosity in his tone when he said my little sister's name, but I let it go. She wasn't high on anyone's list these days, but I still hadn't figured out what was going on. And anytime I tried to get information, Austin would snap at me, Daddy would find a way to change the subject or leave the room, and Charlie didn't know any more than I did. Or I didn't think he did. "You didn't have to say it back, you know?" He broke the silence, but I wasn't sure what he referred to. I looked over at him, furrowing my brow. "What do you mean?" I was lost. "Didn't have to say what?" "It." His ears were pink, and it was easy to see he was flustered-I just had no idea why. "I didn't want you to feel obligated." "Charlie, I'm not following you." "The other day after physical therapy-" I thought back to what he might be referring to, and there was only one culprit. "When you told me that you loved me?" And now I was flustered. If I'd
"The surgery went well, and her stats look good." The doctor's voice was clear, but I doubted I'd remember anything he said; everything was hazy. "The nurses are going to watch her for a bit, but once the sedation wears off, she should be good to go home." I nodded and hoped to God someone else was listening. My head was swimming, and I wouldn't retain anything. Daddy and Charlie were here; surely, they were taking notes. My eyes kept drifting closed, and I'd snap them open to find Charlie grinning at me like he thought it was cute. "I'm going to write her another prescription for oxycodone and one for an antibiotic. Use the oxycodone as needed for pain. The antibiotic is twice a day for ten days. It's just a precaution, but infection is a risk we don't need to take." I just wanted him to stop talking and let me sleep. I could read a bottle when I got home; I didn't need a rundown on pain meds and prescriptions. I'd done this before. I took a deep breath and
His gaze flitted up, and I wondered if he had realized what he'd started and now wanted to back out. Yet that wasn't at all what I saw when my eyes met his. Charlie's chest heaved, and I finally let go of the air I'd held and hoped he couldn't feel my erratic pulse. With care and tenderness, he spread my top open and exposed my marred skin. I didn't glance down; I knew what I looked like. What was once a creamy, smooth surface now looked like a battlefield. Charlie dropped his gaze and one by one, he kissed every mark. I took deep breaths each time his lips met a battle wound, and I attempted to relax, but having Charlie Burin this close kept me in a constant state of arousal. The mattress dipped as Charlie moved the blankets and situated himself between my thighs. And when he dragged his fingers from my knee to my waist, my cotton shorts bunched at the top of my thigh. He squeezed my hipbone just a bit and then grazed my side over my ribs until his thumb rested under