Moving my off-limits MLB patient onto my family’s Montana ranch was a terrible idea.
I have rules. Lots of them. Especially after one false accusation from a former patient nearly destroyed my career.
Then Cade Sullivan walks into my clinic with a torn UCL, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and a smile that should come with a warning label.
He’s a Red Sox catcher. My patient. My brother’s old friend. Completely off-limits.
Then Boston turns his recovery into a media circus, and somehow he ends up recovering on my family’s Montana ranch.
I expect arguments. Instead, he follows every rehab plan I give him. He helps mend fences after therapy sessions. He plays guitar on the porch at night. And he looks at me like I’m more than his physical therapist.
I should be counting down the weeks until he leaves. Instead, I start wishing for more time.
Then a jealous colleague starts building a case against me, turning every innocent moment between Cade and me into evidence.
If she succeeds, I won’t just lose my career.
I’ll lose the only man who’s ever made me believe I could have both.
