Former U.S. Army Sergeant Wade Carter returned from Afghanistan a broken man. Permanently injured and weighed down with PTSD, his scars run deeper than flesh and bone. When his regular physical therapist is taken ill, the sexy replacement doctor has Wade wishing he’d touch much more of his body than his busted leg.
Dr. Jesse Okenah isn’t a beginner when it comes to working with veterans, but his new patient stirs up feelings that go beyond professional. It’s Wade’s wounded soul, more than his mangled leg, that needs TLC in order for him to live a healthy, fulfilling life again. Jesse just needs to figure out how to deliver that care to the stubborn vet without crossing a line — and losing his heart.
He slid two long fingers over the inside of Wade’s wrist. Hmm, soft as velvet. Damn him again. The man may not have been handsome by traditional standards, but Wade found him striking. The sienna complexion and angular features that hinted at his Native American heritage also gave him an earthy sensuality — rugged and strong without the grit. He wanted to see all that long black hair free and flowing. He reminded Wade of some stoic warrior turned heavy metal god. Mercy. Since he couldn’t pick out any gray strands in the sleek ponytail, and the only wrinkles were those near the corners of his eyes, Wade guessed he was in his early thirties, a few years younger than himself. The doc looked comfortable in his own skin and Wade liked that. He leaned toward him, the scent of aloe and autumn leaves a refreshing contrast to the vile odor of the hospital.
“Your pulse is slightly high,” the doctor said, removing his fingers. “But that’s understandable when you’re agitated.”
Oh, he was agitated all right. But this kind of agitation fluttered in his stomach and tingled in his groin. “Will you let me know when you hear about Dr. Allen?” Wade asked, hoping to distract his body from going down that road.
Dr. Okenah smiled crookedly, and Wade held back a sigh. Oh brother, he had a problem. “Of course.”
“I’ll let her know you asked about her.”
“Sure, but she won’t believe it. I’ve never been the most considerate patient.”
The doc’s brow rose as if to say, “No, really?” but he remained silent as he tore open the Velcro of the blood pressure cuff.
“I’m not that bad,” Wade insisted.
“You get angry often?”
“Not too often,” Wade lied. He gazed down at the floor, shame creeping over him like the evening fog.
The doc moved on. “How about depression?”
Wade didn’t know why he bothered to ask. It was all laid out in his chart. Didn’t he know how embarrassing it was to talk about this shit? Naming those feelings only made him feel worse, as if somehow speaking them aloud gave them more power. Everyone already knew he was broken. Why beat a dead horse? Wade finally nodded, but the doc didn’t press the issue.
Instead, Dr, Okenah slid his hand under the sleeve of Wade’s t-shirt, pushing the material out of the way for the blood pressure cuff. Wade instinctively flexed his arm, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the touch. Knowing the doc couldn’t have missed that as he wrapped the cuff around his arm, Wade flushed again. Why had he stopped doing his push-ups? His arms weren’t as solid as they used to be. Hell, neither was the rest of him. But glancing up at the doc had Wade suddenly wishing for a lot of things — that he had trimmed his shaggy beard, put on a cleaner t-shirt, or even combed his unruly hair. The ache in his cock signaled his overriding wish.
The sound of the Velcro ripping open jolted him back to grim reality.
Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant boyfriend and two cats named after her favorite beverage, Latte and Java. When she’s not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, from where she recently received her Master’s in British history. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-after with each other.
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