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“You’ll see, Lydia,” my boss says. “You’re going to be this poor man’s godsend. And if I were a betting woman, I’d say he’s going to be yours, too.”
He does it all again. “You’re saying we should get together because... what? We’re meant to be? We’re written in the stars?” He nods profusely and places my hand over his chest. Over his heart
possible. I’m going to fix you, Colby. Heal you. You can lean on me—literally and figuratively.”
I’m going to heal you, Colby. Not just because I’m your physical therapist, but also because...” I swallow hard again. “Because I feel called to help you.” I clutch his hand in both of mine fiercely. “I’m going to fix you, Colby. I’m going to heal you and make you as good as new.”
I force myself to think about my sweet dog’s face... but, immediately, that image gives way to... The angel. Hazel eyes. Brown skin. A smile that touched my soul. I feel calm again. At least for now.
Man, she’s better than painkillers.
You’re not my only patient.” “I wish I were.” “So do I.” My heart lurches.
“I wouldn’t want to be on this journey with anyone but you, Lydia. I don’t want anyone else.”
“I’m going to bring you back to life, Colby Morgan
“If Superman had a blonde brother who’d maybe been in a horrible car accident, he’d be Colby Morgan.”
my beautiful Lydia
When I’m with you, I forget to feel miserable.”
“Because I’m the only one who’s old enough to remember the day my parents brought Kitty home from the hospital as a newborn. I looked down at her perfect little angel-face in my arms and felt this overpowering need to protect her. Even at six, I thought to myself, ‘I’d do anything for this little person.’” I shrug. “To this day, when I look into Kat’s face, I still see that same baby face I fell in love with. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to call that face Splooge or Dickspit.”
“I’m thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking. Because you’re my patient.”
“No. I’m insanely attracted to you in a way I’ve never experienced before and I’m positive I won’t be able to wait that long to hit on you. So I’m not going to lie to you about it now. I’m coming for you
Lydia turns like she’s going to dart away from me but then shocks the hell out of me by pivoting and giving me a hug on my good side. “I hate goodbyes,” she murmurs into my shoulder.
“You’re the silver lining to the worst storm cloud of my life, Lydia. A beautiful angel.”
“So you’re totally into Lydia, huh?” Keane asks. “Dude, I’m obsessed,” I say. “I can’t stop thinking about her, day and night. I think I’m falling in love with her.”
All I know is she lights me on fire, I can’t stop thinking about her, I miss her when I’m not with her, and I want to kiss her and fuck her like nobody I’ve ever met before. And yet something is holding her back, big-time, and I’m not buying that it’s just the physical-therapist-patient thing.” I run my hand through my hair. “Oh, man, I’ve gotta lock this woman down, guys. I’m going fucking crazy.”
“Colby Morgan. Does Lydia make every motherfucking patient feel like what?” I sigh and look at my sister. “Like she’s falling in love with him.” I swallow hard, stuffing down my emotion. “Every bit as much as he’s falling in love with her.”
“Lydia,” I breathe. Every cell in my body has instantly awakened with a ferocious urge to comfort and protect her. To love her
There are five hearts on the line here: yours, Lydia’s, and those three kids’. If anyone’s heart is going to get broken, then be the Morgan man we’ve raised you to be and make sure the only heart that gets broken is yours.”
Because my heart belongs to Lydia. Lydia, Lydia, Lydia. She owns me. Every cell of my body pulses only for her. Every molecule vibrates in her name. My heart beats for her.
But I promise you this as a Morgan: if you ever fuck with my girl again, The Morgan Mafia will come down on your ass so hard, you’ll wish you never walked through that door today. Count on it.”
“Oh, it scares me shitless,” Colby says, making me chuckle. “But how about you let me decide what fears I can and can’t overcome? Despite my current physical condition, I assure you I’m still me—and I’m not a guy who runs away from what scares me. I run toward it.”
“You’re like a drug,” he says, breathing deeply. “You’re better than my fantasies.”
“Then what?” Lydia prompts when it’s clear I’m not feeling the urge to finish my sentence. But I’m feeling too emotional to speak. “Colby, then what?” she whispers. “Please, tell me.” I swallow hard and put my palm on her cheek. “Then nothing.” I let out a shaky breath, my eyes locked onto hers. “Then you’re just going to break my fucking heart.”
Because love doesn’t come tied up in a nice little box with a ribbon around it. Love is messy and scary and full of risk. Love is risk. It’s walking on a tightrope between skyscrapers. It’s being shot out of a cannon and jumping out an airplane at thirty thousand feet and you trusting your parachute will open. And, sometimes, love is watching the one you love walk out the door and knowing he might never come home again because it’s who he is—but you’re willing to love him anyway.”
She’s the air I breathe. My port in the storm. She’s the beat of my heart.
“You’re my everything, Lydia,” he whispers. “You’re mine,” I whisper back.
I squeeze Lydia’s hand... and sigh contentedly... and let the love I feel in every fiber of my being, every cell of my body, every beat of my heart, waft over me and consume me. Love.
