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I'm supposed to be his son's physical therapist, not the woman he can't stop looking at.

Travis Mercer is a firefighter, which means he's built for emergencies, not feelings. I'm the physical therapist who happens to be in the stands when his son sprains his ankle, so I run over.

And the second our eyes meet, I know I'm in trouble.

He's the kind of man who's built his whole life around control and routine and not letting anything slip. But I catch him staring when he thinks I'm not look...
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I'm supposed to be his son's physical therapist, not the woman he can't stop looking at.

Travis Mercer is a firefighter, which means he's built for emergencies, not feelings. I'm the physical therapist who happens to be in the stands when his son sprains his ankle, so I run over.

And the second our eyes meet, I know I'm in trouble.

He's the kind of man who's built his whole life around control and routine and not letting anything slip. But I catch him staring when he thinks I'm not looking.

He's older. Hasn't let anyone in for years. I shouldn't overthink this.

But when he shows up at my clinic after hours in the rain, soaked and looking at me like I'm the only thing he can see… How exactly am I supposed to stay sensible about that?
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