Lily.”
“What about me?” Mr. Douglas whined.
“As long as it is not salvation from Lily I’ll be here.” Smiling, she turned and headed out of the room, seeing Evan standing there halted her feet and made her heart flutter. His hair still wet from the shower he must have taken, appeared dark as it was combed back slick against his head. He wore a Carolina blue t-shirt that was pulled tight over powerful, shoulders and his broad chest, even though it was loose around his abs. Long dark blue, jersey style, basketball pants covered his legs and on his feet he just sported white socks. He looked comfortable and incredible, like her dream come to life. That’s where he’d been appearing nightly in the last few days since she’d seen him.
Her heart began to race and sweat was beginning to bead up on the back of her neck. She really needed to get herself under control around him. Being in his house was her job and she needed to remain professional.
“I decided to stick my head in and see how the patient is doing.”He casually leaned against the door frame.
She glanced over her shoulder at Mr. Douglas as he attempted to squirm away from Lily. “Ready and excited for his therapy.”
“Liar,” Mr. Douglas barked.
Lily laughed.
“Evan, this is Lily, your dad’s physical therapist. She comes five days a week to work with him.”
She noticed Evan taking in Lily’s appearance, not in a sexual way, just observant. Most people did the same when they met her. Lily was an Asian woman about five eight in height and built like a sumo wrestler. If it weren’t for her breasts and lipstick someone could easily mistake her for a man. However, the therapist was happily married with three boys.
“Nice to meet you, Lily.” Evan nodded at the other woman.
“Same here.” She said as she assisted Mr. Douglas from the bed to a thick mat she had placed on the floor.
“Well, we will leave you two to your fun.” Zoey led Evan away.
“Wow, she is something else,” he said as they moved through the living room.
“She’s a force to be reckoned with. However, very sweet. Your father has had other therapists, but he’s sent all of them, but Lily ranting and crying out the door within twenty minutes. He’s had Lily for two months now. If it wasn’t for her, atrophy would have settled into his joints and muscles worst than it has. He refuses to do anything with his right side when she is not around. He should have been walking on his own by now.”
“But, he’s not.” The heavy weight of worry was evident in Evan’s voice and countenance.
“No, he isn’t.” Pausing, she stared at the man before her and wondered about the weight and strain he carried. His body was tense for more reasons than just sitting behind the wheel of a plane for repeated hours for days. “How about you go ahead on the back porch and I will meet you outside in a minute with something to drink?”
“Deal.” He did a little jog in the direction of the back door.
She continued her path to the kitchen for the drinks. This morning she’d made cider, because both she and the elder Mr. Douglas liked it so she kept some ready to be heated. Now, all she needed to do was warm two cups of it up. While the cider and cinnamon boiled, she opened up the tin of cookie’s she’d made two days ago of raspberry shortbread cookies and placed four of them on a small plate and set it on the tray she normally used to take food to Mr. Douglas. The cookies were one of her favorite holiday treats. Since she’d moved to North Carolina she’d had to learn to make them herself. Multiple failed batches had gone into the trash. Learning to make a small batch had been the trick. Otherwise she would be bigger than St. Nick on Christmas day from consuming them all. She could have just had her mother ship a tin of them, but it was a part of her independence.
She went into her room, quickly to put on a light sweater. When she returned, she noticed the cider
“What about me?” Mr. Douglas whined.
“As long as it is not salvation from Lily I’ll be here.” Smiling, she turned and headed out of the room, seeing Evan standing there halted her feet and made her heart flutter. His hair still wet from the shower he must have taken, appeared dark as it was combed back slick against his head. He wore a Carolina blue t-shirt that was pulled tight over powerful, shoulders and his broad chest, even though it was loose around his abs. Long dark blue, jersey style, basketball pants covered his legs and on his feet he just sported white socks. He looked comfortable and incredible, like her dream come to life. That’s where he’d been appearing nightly in the last few days since she’d seen him.
Her heart began to race and sweat was beginning to bead up on the back of her neck. She really needed to get herself under control around him. Being in his house was her job and she needed to remain professional.
“I decided to stick my head in and see how the patient is doing.”He casually leaned against the door frame.
She glanced over her shoulder at Mr. Douglas as he attempted to squirm away from Lily. “Ready and excited for his therapy.”
“Liar,” Mr. Douglas barked.
Lily laughed.
“Evan, this is Lily, your dad’s physical therapist. She comes five days a week to work with him.”
She noticed Evan taking in Lily’s appearance, not in a sexual way, just observant. Most people did the same when they met her. Lily was an Asian woman about five eight in height and built like a sumo wrestler. If it weren’t for her breasts and lipstick someone could easily mistake her for a man. However, the therapist was happily married with three boys.
“Nice to meet you, Lily.” Evan nodded at the other woman.
“Same here.” She said as she assisted Mr. Douglas from the bed to a thick mat she had placed on the floor.
“Well, we will leave you two to your fun.” Zoey led Evan away.
“Wow, she is something else,” he said as they moved through the living room.
“She’s a force to be reckoned with. However, very sweet. Your father has had other therapists, but he’s sent all of them, but Lily ranting and crying out the door within twenty minutes. He’s had Lily for two months now. If it wasn’t for her, atrophy would have settled into his joints and muscles worst than it has. He refuses to do anything with his right side when she is not around. He should have been walking on his own by now.”
“But, he’s not.” The heavy weight of worry was evident in Evan’s voice and countenance.
“No, he isn’t.” Pausing, she stared at the man before her and wondered about the weight and strain he carried. His body was tense for more reasons than just sitting behind the wheel of a plane for repeated hours for days. “How about you go ahead on the back porch and I will meet you outside in a minute with something to drink?”
“Deal.” He did a little jog in the direction of the back door.
She continued her path to the kitchen for the drinks. This morning she’d made cider, because both she and the elder Mr. Douglas liked it so she kept some ready to be heated. Now, all she needed to do was warm two cups of it up. While the cider and cinnamon boiled, she opened up the tin of cookie’s she’d made two days ago of raspberry shortbread cookies and placed four of them on a small plate and set it on the tray she normally used to take food to Mr. Douglas. The cookies were one of her favorite holiday treats. Since she’d moved to North Carolina she’d had to learn to make them herself. Multiple failed batches had gone into the trash. Learning to make a small batch had been the trick. Otherwise she would be bigger than St. Nick on Christmas day from consuming them all. She could have just had her mother ship a tin of them, but it was a part of her independence.
She went into her room, quickly to put on a light sweater. When she returned, she noticed the cider