Flirting with Destiny. Christyne Butler

      He didn’t mind. Why should he? Lord knew, he’d been asked that question many times. “I don’t remember being rescued. Okay, that’s not exactly true. I do remember when the search team found me and my brother. Lucid moments were few and far between for me during the time we were lost, but I knew I’d been busted up pretty bad.”

      This was where the memories collided with reality.

      “I thought... I could’ve sworn I told the EMTs I didn’t want to be drugged, but I learned later I’d been in and out of consciousness most of that day. The next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital and had already had the first surgery to repair my leg. It was then I made it clear I wanted nothing that would take away the pain. The nurses thought I was nuts.”

      “I can imagine.”

      “I think I yanked out my IV tubing a few times...every time I started feeling numb...lost in la-la land.” Dev paused when the waitress stopped by and cleared away their dishes, waiting until she was gone before he went on. “It wasn’t until my folks came in... Well, they knew I was serious. Then we got the doctors onboard.”

      “The pain must’ve been excruciating.”

      “It was a rough road. I had three more surgeries to deal with my two broken arms and a bad infection that developed in my leg. That kept me in the hospital for a long time. After a lot of discussions, I ended up taking mostly NSAIDs, nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, but even those I weaned myself off as soon as I could. Hell, I rarely take anything even for a headache.”

      She looked at him for a long moment and Dev felt his skin grow hot under her scrutiny. Outside of his family, medical team and Mac, Tanya was the first person he’d talked to about this part of his recovery.

      “Is this refusal to take pain medication the reason you’ve been slack on your physical therapy?”

      “Well, it sure hurts like hell afterwards.” Dev held up his hands, unable to truly spread his arms wide. “Usually I just ‘Duke’ it out.”

      “I’m sorry, what does that mean?”

      “You know, the Duke? John Wayne? Take it like a man?” Dev laughed and dropped his hands back to the table when she rolled her eyes at him. “Hey, I’m doing okay. Might not be a hundred percent, but considering where I started...”

      “And no one ever offered alternative methods for dealing with the pain?”

      “You mean like yours?”

      “Yes. There’s quite a variety of disciplines out there. Acupuncture being one, of course, but there’s also self-hypnosis, Reiki, meditation, aromatherapy or even electrical nerve stimulation.”

      “Well, some of those were talked about, but—”

      “You’re not a fan of unconventional medicine.” Tanya crossed her arms, propping them on the edge of the table. “So tell me again why you want to work with me?”

      Now it was Dev’s turn to stare as silence stretched between them.

      Damn, she was pretty. Dressed in cream-colored slacks and a simple white cotton sweater, she looked very professional.

      He guessed that was the point of today’s appointment, but he missed the revealing, body hugging outfits he’d seen her in last week.

      He took in her peaches-and-cream skin, beautiful eyes with long, dark lashes and mouth that begged to be kissed.

      His body responded to where his thoughts were headed, and why not, when the rest of him was tight and hurting.

      “I’m not really sure,” he finally answered, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself. “You’re obviously skilled in your chosen profession and you believe in what you do. You already know needles are out, but you must have some other tricks up your sleeve. Besides, I trust you.”

      An easy smile came to her lips. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

      He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is, although I don’t really know why I trust you. Who knows? Maybe this whole thing between us was meant to be. I just can’t get over how you seem very familiar.”

      “Do I?”

      Two simple words, but Dev had noticed how her smile changed. Still there, but it wasn’t as easy and relaxed as before. “I know it sounds strange, but it’s almost as if we’ve met before. In a previous life, maybe?”

      * * *

      Before Tanya could respond, their waitress appeared again with their bill and flashed her pretty green eyes at Dev despite the fact she looked like she was barely out of high school.

      Thankful for the timely interruption, Tanya took a moment to do her own relaxation technique. A few deep breaths and a mental image of a field of wildflowers slowed her heart from the frantic pounding that had started the moment Dev had fallen silent when she’d pushed for an answer about why he wanted to work with her.

      Dev’s aversion to medication wasn’t something new to her. She’d successfully treated others with substance abuse problems, but those patients had been looking for and willing to take on alternative methods.

      Dev wanted to work with her because he trusted her.

      An important reason, granted, but was he using her profession and his accident as a way to spend more time with her? Was he finally remembering their night together in Reno?

      Dev handed over cash, including a generous tip, and then turned his charming smile away from the waitress and back to her. “So, where were we?”

      Changing the subject, that’s where. “I thought we were splitting the bill for lunch.”

      “No worries. I can afford it.”

      His casual tone had her fingers tightening around her glass. “Despite my grandfather’s monetary offer last week, I do have a few dollars in my wallet.”

      “That’s not what I meant.” Dev placed a hand over hers. “You can get the bill next time.”

      Tanya pulled in another deep breath and relaxed. “Who says there’s going to be a next time?”

      “Oh, I’m sure there will be. We’re just getting to know each other.”

      Thinking this was a great time for a trip to the ladies’ room, she opened her mouth to ask for directions when a low, deep voice suddenly filled the air.

      “Hey, Dev, imagine running into you here. And with a pretty girl, no less.” A dark-haired man with black-framed glasses walked up to the booth. “Rumor had it you were getting back into the swing of things.”