Everly opened the door and turned to glare at me.

I bit the inside of my cheek and maneuvered myself clumsily through the door, then hobbled to the nearest chair and plopped down to glare back at her. “There,” I said. “I’m here. You win.”

She eyed me for a second, then went over to check us in with the receptionist. I took the moment to exhale a long breath.

My ankles were definitely hurting, but worse was the pain in my side. After weeks of lying in a bed, I was breathless after the slightest exertion, but my newly healed ribs weren’t quite up to the strain I was putting on them. The ride over here hadn’t exactly helped my elevated breathing rate either.

Everly came and sat next to me, perched at the edge of the seat like she was ready to leap away at any second. “I’d be jumpy too,” I told her. “If that was my car.”

Luckily this time I had figured her correctly. She turned with an evil grin. “Are you talking smack about The Grim Reaper?”

Her boxy, black monstrosity was a Frankenstein’s monster of cobbled together parts. It had been patched and painted over so many times I could barely tell the make and model anymore, in spite of the gearhead tendencies my father had nurtured in us. “Your car mutated,” I said. “How old is that thing?”

“I’m the fourth owner.”

“So it’s an heirloom?”

She snorted. “It’s a piece of shit and I hate it,” she sighed, reaching back to smooth her ponytail. “But it’s what I’m stuck with at the moment.”

“Not gonna lie, I thought we were going to stall out there a few times.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I know how to handle The Grim.”

She sure as fuck did. Just like how she’d lifted me with no apparent strain, she’d also weathered the kicking, bucking, knocking engine like a complete pro. I was pretty sure she kept the car running through sheer force of will.

And for the second time today, I found myself impressed with this odd, surly girl that had somehow escaped my notice until right now.

The door opened. “King?” called a therapist standing by the door.

Everly leaped to her feet and set to laying out my crutches. I grunted, embarrassed, but I secretly appreciated the help. “Ready?” she asked me.

“No,” I admitted. “Can you wait out here maybe?”

“Nope,” she replied, but she said it with a grin.

I rolled my eyes, started towards the door, and then froze.

Icewater poured into my veins in one breath and then in the next I was burning with rage.

“You okay?” Everly asked softly. She’d seen me stop short. “You need help?”

I shook my head and willed my fists to unclench. Because now that I was closer, I could see the therapist only looked like Noelle. Same big blue eyes, wide and deceptively innocent. But her mouth was different, wider with thinner lips.

She wasn’t Noelle.

She wasn’t Noelle.

The memory came only in flashes now. Pictures, like snapshots in time. Noelle leaping to her feet. My manager’s smile as he zipped up his jeans.

The rose-gold engagement ring bouncing a little when it fell from my hand.

“Gabe?” Everly hissed. She slid her arm through mine. “Hey, Gabe?”

I took a deep, steadying breath. The therapist gave me a bright, confused smile and held out her hand. “I’m Kristyn,” she said, in a low, throaty voice that sounded nothing like Noelle’s.

Because she wasn’t Noelle.

“This is Gabriel King,” Everly piped up. She tugged a little on my arm and I felt myself being propelled forward. She had my arm tight in hers, and it felt good to lean on her. Just a little. She was solid and strong, but her fingers were long and delicate and the way they curled around my bicep was doing a lot to push the memory of my ex out of my brain. “And I’m his nurse, Everly Foster.”

“Beverly?”

Everly grimaced. “No B,” she said tightly. “Gabe is here for his first appointment.”

“What she said,” I grumbled as Everly let go of me so I could fit through the door. My arm felt cold without her holding it.

Kristyn shut the door behind her. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the padded table nearest us.

I looked around. The place was bigger than I had expected. It looked like a cross between a workout gym and a massage parlor. A tinny, staticky radio played in the corner and I had to chuckle when I heard the song that was playing through the busted speakers. “Seriously?”

“I used to love this song,” Kristyn said casually as Jonah’s voice warbled through the space. My fingers still made the shapes of the guitar chords out of habit but at least I didn’t bust out with my harmonies out of some perverted reflex. My voice was probably shit by now anyway. I hadn’t played music since we broke the band up. “Is it weird?” Kristyn asked. “Being back home again after...” she gestured to the radio where my brothers and I shout-sang about dynamite kisses going one two three boom. “After all that?”

All while she was busily paging through my chart, her eyes were firmly on me and I wondered if she still had her laminated “Princess Sisters: The Official Fan Club of the King Brothers” card in her wallet.

“Which one was your favorite?” Everly interjected before I could answer. She shot me another one of her evil grins.

Kristyn gave me a guilty look. “Beau,” she mumbled quickly. “He’s so sensitive.”

“He’s got a big lumberjack beard now,” I told her. “Looks like a woodsman.”

She shook her head a little and laughed. “No way,” she said, clinging to her perception of poetic Beau, The Quiet One.

“I liked Jonah,” Everly said.

“You and everyone else,” I muttered.

“He was always too arrogant for me,” Kristyn said, shaking her head.

I cleared my throat. “Me too,” I said, with a sigh.

She laughed. “Well, shall we get started then?”

I looked between her and Everly. “Sure, I mean, unless you two wanted to do some more gossiping about my brothers while I waited.”

Everly just laughed, but Kristyn reddened noticeably and jumped over to stand next to me. “Slide off the table for me?”

I glared at her, but dutifully followed instructions, leaning heavily on my crutches.

“Right, and let’s just...” She took the crutches from me. One and then the other.

And for the first time in three months, I stood under my own power.

Each heartbeat was as loud as a church bell in my head. My nerves jangled. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see Everly watching me closely and that was the only reason I didn’t sit back down again. After that debacle in the bathroom, I wanted her to see me standing. I wanted to impress her for reasons I didn’t fully understand.

So I gritted my teeth and gave Everly a smile.

She sat up a little straighter. That was it. But it was enough to make me want to see what other kinds of reactions I could pull from her.

I exhaled sharply. “How does that feel?” Kristyn asked. I’d almost forgotten she was there, but she was right at my side, a faint smile twitching around her lips. I wondered if she got off on watching big guys like me sweat it out through the pain. “You’re all hunched. Try standing straighter, please.”

Straightening up was torture. My ribs twanged like guitar strings, reminding me that I was still at their mercy whenever they might feel like stealing my breath. Inside of my ankles, it felt seriously unstable, like one stiff breeze could knock me down. “I feel like I’m sliding around in there,” I said, gesturing downward. I kept my voice low so Everly couldn’t hear me complain.

Kristyn nodded like this made a damn bit of sense. “Your muscles have atrophied from weeks of lying down,” she said in a normal volume. I glanced in Everly’s direction and wished like hell Kristyn would keep her voice down. “We’ve gotta get your strength back up again.”

“Yeah,” I said. If I said anything more than that, my voice would betray me. Show how fucked up in the head I was feeling about maybe never walking properly again.

“I want to watch your gait, so follow me. Over here, please.” I shuffled like an old man behind her until we reached some weighted contraption. “You’ve definitely got some work to do with balance but for now we need to get your strength up.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I hissed.

“Right, so go ahead and put your feet right here,” she said, gesturing to a black footpad.

“Uh huh.” It looked like a stability ball but it was square instead of round. I glanced at her. “What happens now?”

There was a smile playing around her lips as she looped a rubbery piece of fabric—a stability band like those I recognized from Noelle’s Pilates obsession—underneath my foot and handed me the two ends. She looked at me, eyes gleaming.

She was enjoying this.

“Pull up,” the manicured sadist smiled.

I tugged on the ends and a strangled cry tore out of my throat. “Slow down!” Everly barked before Kristyn could say a word. “Don’t overdo it!”

My whole body was soaked with sweat and I was panting with exertion. Fucking pathetic.

“Try again,” Kristyn said lightly.

But her voice was fading from my ears as I looked over at my nurse. Everly was watching, her big round eyes taking in how badly I was failing right now. Her hair was starting to dry from the rain and fuzz back up into a little halo of baby curls around her face. When she caught me looking, she pressed her lips together. Whether it was pity or disapproval, I hated it. I didn’t want her looking at me like that. She’d hauled me to my feet like I weighed nothing. This was fucking humiliating.

I gritted my teeth and coaxed ten reps out of one ankle, then ten out of the other out of sheer force of ego. Then I glanced at Everly again.

Was that a ghost of a smile on her lips? I lifted my chin at her and gave another grin. “Maybe next I’ll try dressing myself?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now,” my nurse called.

“Right. I don’t want to deprive you of the opportunity to stare at my body again.”

She reddened, which gave me enough strength to do five more reps on each side.

Over the next hour, Kristyn guided me through a series of exercises so minute they felt like they should barely register. By the end, I was ready to cry out for mercy.

But Everly was watching, so that wasn’t happening.

“Okay, last bit!” Kristyn cried. “Let’s do ten steps unassisted. Can you try that for me?”

“No problem,” I told her. “As long as you don’t make me use the band again.”

I straightened back up. “Like this now. Short steps. Keep your center of gravity over your front foot.”

I looked up at Everly. She was watching me, her lips pressed together. Her expression had slowly morphed over the past hour from irritation to attention.

“Got it,” I said. Everly nodded a little like she got it too.

“Ten steps,” Kristyn repeated. “Ready and...one!”

Without the boot on, I felt like I was sliding around inside of my own skin. But I stepped forward, mimicking her mincing gait. “Slow down,” she instructed. “You don’t want to overdo it.”

“You just told me to do more,” I reminded her, taking another step, then another. I was doing it. Laughing, I took another step, the rush of triumph making my blood sparkle.

“Gabe!” Everly said sharply, leaping to her feet.

“What?” I looked up at her tense face. “I’m just walking. How can I get hurt by walking?” I laughed, feeling the adrenaline spike higher.

It had been ages since I’d felt this, the excitement of sitting just on the edge of too much to handle. The power that came from pushing through my body’s self-preservation and fucking going for it. Even if it was something as tiny and unimpressive as walking again, it was still a fucking rush. “Ha!” I shouted as I sprang forward, sweat dampening my brow. “See that? You fucking see that?” Everly was watching me. I took five more steps, faster and faster until, whooping loudly, I half-hugged, half fell against her.

She stumbled back but caught herself, her arms reflexively wrapping around me to keep us both from tumbling to the floor. Hands grabbed and clung as we regained our balance and I slowly realized I had her clutched tightly in my arms.

“I did it,” I panted, my cheek pressed against her hair. I could smell rainwater and shampoo and something sweet and subtle that had me inhaling again and again. Her hair was so soft. “I did it,” I repeated, my voice a little tighter.

She tilted her head and I felt her hand brush up my back. Her fingers pressed in ever so lightly against my back and that maddening brain tickle made me look down at her again. She looked up at me.

I had my balance again, and I didn’t need her help to stand, but all of a sudden, I didn’t want to let go.