Healing on Base

This wounded major could cost me everything, but there’s something about him that feels like finally coming home.

I’ve never done anything traditionally. That’s what makes me such a good therapist. I’m not what these military men expect. I get them out of the office and talking, and in doing so help them get back to their unit faster than expected. That is exactly what I had planned for Major Steward Harris until he walked into my office. I wasn’t prepared for the doctor suffering from PTSD or the charm and humor he uses to hide his pain. I definitely am having a hard time handling his smile that could make anyone forget their name, and his body that was built to drive a woman wild. I’m his therapist. He’s my patient, and crossing that line would destroy us both. Thankfully, I have the perfect excuse to end our sessions and give him to a colleague when he gets a glimpse into the part of my life I keep secret.

I thought that would be the end of things, but neither of us can seem to stay away from the other. Accidental run-ins turn into late night confessions, and the more time we spend together, the harder it is to remember why he can’t be in my life. Why I keep not only my clients, but everyone at a distance. Yet this man’s touch feels like it’s healing us both, and I can’t help but wonder which one of us is really the one with scars. Some hearts are meant to find their match, no matter how forbidden, and this love might just be the one thing neither of us can do without.