Roz Fox - Family Fortune

“Well, isn’t it him?” Skip hissed, his eyes huge and eager.

Crystal wet her lips and cleared her throat. “Y-yes, it certainly is.”

“Wait’ll I tell the guys! He looks terrific. He don’t have a cast on or nothin’.”

As if sensing he was under scrutiny, Caleb glanced toward the door. The minute his eyes met Crystal’s he lost concentration and relaxed his grip on the rings.

Even across the room they heard the slap of his butt as it hit the vinyl seat of the wheelchair hard. Crystal flinched. Her teeth snapped shut and she closed her eyes, imagining the pain. Next the air curdled from his harsh expletive.

Skip’s cheeks paled. “I think that hurt him bad, Crystal. I guess maybe he’s not doin’ as good as he looks.”

“Healing bone and muscle takes time,” she murmured.

The therapist assigned to Skip walked up just then and blocked Caleb from Crystal’s view. But not before she saw him grit his teeth, tune her out and reach up to repeat the exercise. Logically Crystal knew that the other woman with a clipboard, the one who stood beside Caleb, must be his therapist Crystal wanted to scold the woman for assigning Caleb tasks that obviously hurt him.

Crystal didn’t know how long Skip’s therapist had been talking to her when she realized they were both staring at her and that some response was required. “Excuse me,” she said. “I must have zoned out for a moment.”

The young woman grinned. “I understand completely. All the women who work here have been drooling ever since Gib brought Caleb in. All except me. I like nerds. One football jock is the same as the next. It’s body by Mattel, brains by Brio.”

The insult didn’t go over Crystal’s head, but neither did she crack a smile. And when the therapist shrugged and looked at her with pity, Crystal had to wonder why she felt like retaliating on Tanner’s behalf.

“Gib said Skipper asked to have you stay for his therapy session,” the PT said, getting down to business. “I don’t mind. Gib’s bringing you a chair. We’re starting Skip with basic upper-body testing. This session is more or less to evaluate his muscular strengths and weaknesses. Boring stuff, really.”

“Will I hafta do what Cale’s doing, ma’am?” the boy asked apprehensively. “He’s really hurting, don’t you think?”

Crystal followed Skip’s troubled gaze. Indeed, Tanner seemed to be struggling. Veins stood out in his forearms, as did the cords in his neck. His therapist chewed gum and looked on. “His PT will call a halt if Tanner tries to overdo it, won’t she?” Crystal asked.

“Tanner’s her patient. My worry is this young man.” Skip’s therapist knelt to his level. “Call me, Mindy, okay? We’re going to be meeting like this two or three times a week over a long period. We’ll get to be friends. After your cast comes off, I may ask you to stretch some muscles that will hurt a bit, but today we’re doing easy stuff.”

He nodded, although his gaze kept straying to Cale’s corner. It was obvious from his straining that he wasn’t having an easy time of it. “Isn’t this Cale’s first day of therapy, too?” the boy managed in a high threadlike voice. “I think he’s in pain big time.”

Mindy didn’t seem to know how to answer. Crystal intervened. “Honey, I know for a fact that Tanner’s been working out with hand weights in his room. Plus, his athletic training has been far more intense than yours. You concentrate on what Mindy tells you to do, okay?”

“Yes, Skip. Lynelle is taking care of your friend. He’s fine. I promise.”

“All r-right.”

Skip still kept turning to watch Caleb. But how could Crystal blame him when she was sneaking looks, too? Tanner did possess an impressive physique. Broad shoulders, but not too bulky. Each of his hands would probably make two of hers. But they were well shaped and his nails were short and clean.

When Crystal started to imagine what it’d feel like having those hands roam over her breasts, she made herself turn her attention to Mindy and Skip again.

Why on earth do they keep it so warm in here? Crystal stood and walked to the door. She just needed to find the courtyard and get some air. Her sitting here served no purpose; Skip was doing fine with Mindy.

Crystal remained oblivious to the fact that the sway of her hips stopped Tanner’s therapy session cold. He had to lean around his therapist to gain the full effect of Crystal’s sudden departure. Lynelle didn’t like losing his attention. Clearly the therapist, in her spandex shorts and crop top, thought she was hot stuff. But Caleb had never been crazy about buxom blondes. Especially when they were closer to his kid sister’s age than his. Cale had accepted long ago that he might be the only football player on the face of the earth who was that choosy.

As a rule he gravitated toward tall leggy redheads. This week he’d changed his preference to petite saxophone players who wore their long black hair in a single braid. And he didn’t even know why, since he and Crystal Jardin hadn’t gotten past arguing. Then again, maybe that was the reason. Generally, everywhere he went, women of all ages fawned over him. Crystal was definitely not in that category.

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