Later that afternoon, Ryan sat at his desk transcribing his notes on Mr. Thompson into a report to be sent to Dr. Newman and the Physical Therapy department. As he did, he couldn’t help but think of the man lying there looking so masculine, yet so helpless. He thought of the tears that he had shed the smile and the feel of his hand holding his.
What would it be like to hold him…kiss him…take away his pain? Whoa. This is a patient, off limits emotionally. Besides, you’re not going there again, remember. And he was a married man.
I wonder why he got divorced, though? Stop right there, Phillips!
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing.
“Hello, Ryan Phillips.”
“Ryan.”
His heart stopped, then raced. It was Jeff.
“Ryan?” The voice came again. Ryan tried to hang up, but he co
