Doyle dove into his familiar routine with a vengeance, determined to put all thoughts of the young Latino trainer out of his mind. He had been stupid, mad, and reckless to give in to the impulse that led to the kiss—the kiss he insisted never happened and was forgotten. Now, he’d set in motion events that might yet spiral out of control.
Despite that, he had to admit how critical it was for Fiona to recover and be the happy, eager, and active child she had been before the accident ended her parents’ lives and impacted hers so seriously. The acquisition of the little mule and interaction with her had given the little girl new purpose, pleasure, and incentive. She had almost literally come back to life.
The day after their return, he had retained a therapist to work with her, and he could
