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Chapter 3

“How are you feeling this morning, Kelly?” Dr. Graham asked as he checked the angle of her leg in traction.

“I’ve felt better, I suppose.” She tried to adjust her body in the bed to get more comfortable.

“Let me help you.” He came to the top of the bed and adjusted the pillows behind her then pressed the remote to raise the bed.

“Thanks.” She looked up at him. “How bad is it really?”

Dr. Graham exhaled a long breath before pulling up a chair next to the bed. “I’m going to be honest with you, Kelly. Brutally so.”

She tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth.

“You have sustained what could be a permanent debilitating injury—for an athlete. The damage that has been done to that ankle will take months to recover from and that’s not taking rehab into account. And even with the best trainers, I don’t believe you will ever be able to run the way you once did.”

Her chest constricted. “You’re…saying my career is over?”

“Miracles happen every day, Kelly. You’re a tough young woman and other than a bad ankle you are in good physical condition. Much recovery from any injury, other than the physical, is the mental and emotional. How far you come from this will rely very heavily on you and genetics.”

She swallowed over the lump in her throat and slowly nodded her head. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“I understand you’ll be going to New York for your rehab.”

“Yes, David is working that all out.”

His cheeks flushed crimson.

Kelly craned her neck forward. “What are you not telling me?”

Dr. Graham looked away then directly into Kelly’s eyes, his thick white brows almost forming a single line. “I spoke to David months ago, the last time you were hurt.”

Intently looking at him she nodded her head.

“I told him then that you should not get back on the track, that he was sending you out too quickly. Your ankle was still weak. What happened yesterday was unfortunate but inevitable. My concern is the fragility of your bones. It is rare in someone so young.” He drew in a breath and stepped closer to her bed. He took her hand. “Kelly, your ankle is like a fragile branch that was set out of doors against the forces of nature much too soon. It didn’t get the time or the nurturing that it needed to be at full strength.” He clenched his jaw. “David knew this. But he let you go out there anyway.”

“It was just as much my fault. I wanted to be on the track. I needed to be out there.”

Dr. Graham sighed with resignation. He patted her hand. “Get some rest.” He turned to leave.

“How long do I have to stay here?” she asked, sounding like a lost child.

“At least a week. They want to be sure that your ankle is setting properly before sending you home.”

“When can I start rehab?”

“At least a month. I wouldn’t recommend it any earlier than that.” He headed for the door, stopped and turned around. “Kelly I would like to run some tests on you.”

“Tests? What kind of tests?”

“Some bone density tests and some blood work. I think—”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll get all that taken care of when I get to New York. I don’t want to have to stay here a minute longer than necessary.”

“Be sure that you do, for your own good. No matter what David says.” He looked at her for a long moment.

“I will.”

A month. She lay in the bed watching the activity of the hospital staff from her doorway. What would she do with herself for a whole month—incapacitated? Tests…there was no telling what the tests would show. Her secret was bound to get out.

She picked up the cup of water from the bedside table and hurled it across the room, barely missing David as he came through the door.

“Was that directed at me?” he asked stepping inside. He reached down and picked up the cup then came toward the bed.

Kelly folded her arms across her chest and looked away, not wanting David to see the tears of frustration that were burning her eyes.

Gently he touched her shoulder. “What is it, babe? Are you in pain?”

“I’m finished, David. Finished.” Her voice cracked. “Dr. Graham was just here. He told me everything. I may never run again, not even with rehab.” She banged her fist against the mattress. Tears seeped from her closed eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “Christ, what am I going to do?”

He leaned down and gathered her in his arms. His heart knocked in his chest. The soft scent of her rushed to his head, the feel of her body in his arms went straight to his groin. Kelly had no idea of the power she had over him. But in all the years they’d worked together, she’d never once indicated an interest in him beyond his coaching ability. He’d watched her move in and out of relationships, each time nothing sticking, and was secretly pleased. His greatest hope was that one day they would consummate their long-standing relationship. He ached to discover what it would feel like to be inside that kind of physical power. For now he would satisfy himself with fleeting moments like this.

“Listen,” he said, speaking softly against her hair. “Dr. Graham sees a dark cloud in every rainbow. We’re going to get you the best treatment available and you’ll be back on the track and you will be a champion. Have I ever let you down?”

She shook her head and sniffed hard.

“Exactly.” He smiled. He opened the nightstand and took a tissue from the hospital-issued box. “Here.”

She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “Thanks,” she murmured. She looked at him. “I need you to be honest with me, David.”

“Of course.”

“If I can’t run again, what will I do?”

Her voice was so pained and the imploring expression in her eyes twisted David’s stomach.

“That’s not something you’re going to have to worry about for a very long time. I promise you.”