ME: Headed into PT. Text back after.
A thumbs-up emoji pops up, and I slide my phone back into my pocket.
Before I can reassure Nate that I’m indeed just fine, a door opens behind me. Nate grins, dropping his voice to where only I can hear him. “It appears you’ve got the new PT on staff for your rehab.”
When I turn to face the therapist who’s going to be my best friend and worst enemy for the next several weeks, my ears begin to ring.
My brain quits working and I’m rendered speechless.
It’s the same fucking reaction every time I see her.
The woman who’s monopolized my thoughts for more years than I care to admit.
The woman I spent a glorious weekend with last year, finally getting to know every inch of her curvy body.
The woman who owns my heart.
The only one in the world off-limits to me. Not because she works for the Bull Sharks but because she’s Evelyn Taylor.
My best friend Theo’s sister.
The sister I swore I’d never touch.
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