NOAH"Hey. Noah, right? Do you have a second?" I paused just outside the door to the weight room, turning to see who was calling me. When I realized who it was, I forced myself not to grimace. "Ah, sure." I let go of the door's handle and shifted the bag on my shoulder. "Good to see you again, Ms. Connors." "Please. It's Juliet." She glanced around the wide hallway. The place was busy since practice was scheduled to begin in a couple of hours. "Can we go sit down over by the windows?" I nodded my assent and followed Juliet a few yards down to a rounded nook made up of solid glass. The view from there was spectacular at night, taking in the city lights. A couple of chairs faced the windows. Juliet sank into one, and I dropped my bag to the floor and took the other. "It's kind of bustling around here today, isn't it?" She peered around me to look at a bunch of guys shouting insults to each other as they headed down the open steps. "Yeah, most of us like to maximize our hours
ALISON"But he's going to be okay, right, Doc? We caught it in time?" I squeezed the bony hands of the woman sitting next to me in the family waiting room on the med-surge floor at Tampa General. "Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Rooney. Thanks to you insisting that your husband come in to see me, and the two of us getting him to the hospital fast enough, I don't expect there to be any complications. Appendectomies are fairly straightforward procedures these days. And since the appendix hasn't ruptured, that's a point in our favor." "Oh, thank you so much, Dr. Wakely. I just don't know what we would have done without you." Tears trembled on her eyelashes. "No other doctor would've opened up the office on a Sunday just to see one patient." "Well, if I'd realized what was going on, I might have just made a house call and saved you the trip. But it's probably good I didn't, since it was easier to get Mr. Rooney here from my office." "That's true. I'm not sure we could've gotten him here in tim
ALISONWhen I opened the curtain next to his bed, Noah's eyes were closed and his breath was coming fast. Sweat dotted his forehead. It was so incredibly frustrating that I couldn't do anything to help him-nothing but sit here and hold his hand. "Hey." I spoke softly so as not to startle him. "I'm back." "Yeah." His voice was gravelly, and he coughed a little. "What's the news?""Well . . ." I decided to lead with the positive. "I talked to the doctor in charge of your care for now, and she's sending an order for more pain meds. The nurse should be here soon with that." "Okay. That's good." His eyes met mine, and I wanted to cry when I saw the helpless fear there. "What about my leg? What are they saying about it? Are they going to set it or something? Surgery?" I took a deep fortifying breath. "They sent for the orthopedic doctor who usually deals with this kind of injury. Apparently, he's the top of the field. The best of the best." I was babbling and making up some of this
NOAH"Spencer! What's your lazy ass doing laying around when we've got a game this Thursday night?" Coach bellowed as he stalked into my hospital room, and I winced slightly, imagining that other patients up and down the hallway were wondering who'd let a bull moose loose in the hospital. "Sorry, Coach. Looks like I'll have to sit out Thursday night's game, but I hope I'll be back on the field in the next couple of weeks." I answered him with as much confidence as I could muster, even knowing all the while that it was mostly bravado. There was no way I'd be playing football for at least a couple of months. If we managed to get into postseason play, there was maybe a chance I'd be ready to go back, but for now, my doctor was making no promises. "Yeah, so I hear." Coach crossed his arms over his chest and glowered. "That hit got you good. Cruyholder, the guy who took you down-he's been mea culpaing all over the fucking place since Sunday." He shrugged. "Not that there was anything h
ALISONMy therapist's office was situated in a lovely old Victorian house down a residential street in Bayerton, about ten minutes from where I lived. My doctor in Philadelphia had recommended Brooke Slater, with whom she'd worked in a large Richmond, Virginia practice years ago before my former doctor had moved north and Brooke had gotten married and relocated to Florida. In the two years I'd been seeing Brooke for bi-monthly sessions, we'd developed a friendly sort of relationship that didn't violate the patient-therapist boundaries-but that at the same time made me feel more comfortable about sharing my deepest thoughts with her. Sometimes our conversation before or after my visits wandered into something more akin to girlfriend chatter. Today was such a day. I'd taken advantage of my short day at the office to drive into Tampa for some shopping before rushing back to Bayerton for my late-afternoon appointment with Brooke, and on impulse, I carried the large paper bag from the
NOAH"Noah?" The voice behind me as I stood under the portico at the hotel was hesitant but oddly familiar. I turned around to see a drop-dead gorgeous total babe approaching me from the direction of the lobby. "Uh . . . Alison?" I croaked like a boy going through adolescence. "Hey. Um, wow. You look . . ." I gave a little cough to try to get my voice back under control. "Amazing." Her cheeks flushed a very pretty pink. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself. Actually, if I'm going for brutal honesty, you look a hell of a lot better than you did the last time I saw you."I grimaced. "Not hard to do. I was pretty wrecked that day." "Yeah, I know." She glanced around us. "So you're staying here, too?" "There wasn't a lot of choice. Emma said all of the out of town guests who weren't being put up by people in Harper Spring were coming to this hotel. It was nice of them to spring for the shuttle." "Nice, yes. A good idea, absolutely." Alison tilted her head. "Think about all
NOAH"And now, by the power vested in me by the state of Florida and by God Almighty, I now pronounce you man and wife." The minister beamed down at Emma and Deacon. "Deacon, son, you may kiss your bride." There was spontaneous applause among all of us witnessing the marriage, followed by a outburst of awwwws as Deacon framed Emma's glowing face with his hands and bent his head to kiss her. Next to me, Alison sighed, and I smiled. I got the sense that the good doctor liked people to think that she was impervious to things like romance and sentiment, but the expression on her face as our friends had made their vows gave lie to that idea. This was the first wedding I'd attended since Ang had died. I'd had a few invitations from teammates and cousins since her death, but I'd made an excuse for every single one. I'd known all along, though, that I couldn't miss Emma's big day. She was too good a friend for me to hurt her that way. In addition to our close friendship, she and Deacon
NOAH"You look beautiful.""Thank you," Alison was replying even as my mind was rushing to catch up. "I'm not usually . . ." She swept one hand down her front, and her cheeks went rosy. It was enticing. "I don't usually fuss. But I was so excited about this wedding." She shook her head a little. "You probably think it's silly." "No, I don't. I feel the same way. This . . . watching Emma and Deacon say I do, it was special. It's a day worth fussing for." Her smile stretched wider. "Thank you for saying that." We'd been together since later afternoon, catching up, talking about the ceremony, the music, the food. But it had taken me this long to say what had been playing in my head since the moment I'd first laid eyes on her today. "Alison . . . you are beautiful." I repeated the phrase with that slight, important difference. It seemed essential, given what she had just said. "Not just tonight, because you fussed. You just are." She stared at me, and a tic jumped in her cheek