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comfortable having Bryan’s kid sister as his therapist. She was counting on a brisk, polite half-hour visit.
    She was not counting on the crash of something against the door when she rang the bell. Nor on the bellow telling her to go the hell away.
    Oddly enough, the tantrum steadied her nerves and stiffened her resolve. She had a key in her pocket, passed along to her by Bryan, but when she tested the door, she found it was unlocked. Michael might be furious at the universe, he might be testing her courage, but he wasn’t really trying to keep her out, or that door would have been locked tight with the security chain in place.
    She plastered a smile on her face, squared her shoulders and called out a cheery greeting as she stepped across the threshold. From his wheelchair across the room, Michael glared at her, but he lowered the vase of flowers he had apparently been intent on heaving in her direction.
    “Having a bad morning?” she inquired politely, ignoring the shock that seeing him had on her system. Incapacitated or not, he was still the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.
    “Having a bad life,” he snapped back. “If you’re smart, you’ll turn tail and run.”
    She grinned, which only seemed to infuriate him more.
    “I’m serious, dammit.”
    “I’m sure you are, but you don’t scare me,” she said with pure bravado. In truth, what really terrified her was the possibility that he’d force her to leave when he so clearly needed someone with her skills to get him out of that chair and back on his feet.
    His scowl deepened. “Why not? I’ve scared off everybody else.”
    “How? Have you been waving a gun around?”
    “Not likely. I believe they’ve all been removed from the premises,” he said bitterly.
    “Good. Then that’s one less thing I need to worry about,” she said. “Mind if I sit down?”
    He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
    She crossed the room, paused in front of his wheelchair and held out her hand. “It’s good to see you again, Michael. You look great.” And he did. Despite the exhaustion evident in his eyes, despite his unshaven cheeks, he looked exactly the way she’d remembered him—strong and invincible and sexy as sin. Not even his being in a wheelchair could change that.
    For a minute he seemed totally taken aback by her comment, but eventually he clasped her hand in his. To her very deep regret, the contact sent a shock straight through her. She’d been hoping she was past being affected by him, that a girl’s crush wouldn’t inevitably mean that there would be a woman’s attraction. It would make the next few weeks or months a lot easier on both of them if she wasn’t fighting unreciprocated feelings of attraction.
    “You look good, too,” he muttered, as if he wasn’t all that comfortable with polite chitchat. That much at least hadn’t changed. Michael never had been much for small talk. He’d always been direct to the point of bluntness.
    “I’m sorry you were hurt,” she said.
    “Not half as sorry as I am.”
    “Probably not. So let’s see what we can do about getting you back on your feet.”
    His already grim expression turned to a glower. “Look, the doctors have already told me that I’ll never work as a SEAL again, so let’s not waste your time or mine.”
    “And that’s the only profession out there for a man with a sharp mind?” she asked.
    “It’s the only one I care about.”
    She decided not to waste her breath trying to bully him out of such a ridiculously hardheaded, self-defeating stance. “Okay, then, if you’re not motivated to walk again so you can get back to work, what about so you can do a few simple things like going for a walk in the park or maybe going out to get your own groceries? The way I remember it, you’re an independent guy. Are you going to be content letting other people manage your life for you?”
    He patted the wheelchair. “With a little more practice, I’ll be able to get around well enough in