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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      Dylan Gentry’s life would never be the same again.

      He gripped the arms of his wheelchair, trying to fight off the panic that threatened to take over his already battered body.

      It was all gone.

      He’d never again be able to do what he loved. He’d never be able to feel the rush from a wild ride, the thrill from the cheer of the crowd as he broke out of the chute. He’d ended up a cripple for life, all because of one mean son-of-a-gun bull, Red Rock.

      Dylan’s hands fisted. He hated himself more for the self-pity. But dammit, hadn’t he earned the right? He’d spent the last two months in the hospital. He’d had three surgeries, one to close up the wound in his gut from being hooked by the bull, and two more on his crushed leg.

      Hell, it was January. He’d spent the entire month of December in the hospital. A month that he’d planned to spend at the national finals in Las Vegas. Now he was stuck in a two-bedroom cottage at his brother Wyatt’s ranch in San Angelo, Texas, waiting for the next physical therapist to show his face.

      In the past two weeks, he’d already sent six packing within hours after their arrival. Today, he was going for number seven. At least it gave him something to look forward to. He glanced around his new home. There was a state-of-the-art television and sound system, a bookcase filled with every top-selling novel.

      There sure as hell wasn’t much else for him to do.

      He picked a book off the coffee table and threw it at the door, hating what he’d become and feeling sorry for the next person who walked in the door to face his wrath.

      Brenna Farren stepped onto the small porch and raised her hand to knock on the door, when she heard something hit the other side. Startled, she paused, recalling what Wyatt Gentry had told her about his injured brother. No doubt the past months had been difficult for national-champion bull rider Dylan Gentry. As a physical therapist, Brenna knew she wasn’t her patients’ most popular person. She had known this was going to be a difficult job when she applied for the position, but she wasn’t about to turn down the excellent pay and the bonus, which was she could live right here in the cottage.

      Another object hit the door with a thud. Sounded as if her new patient was having a bad day. Even with her limited experience she knew that was to be expected.

      Brenna gripped the knob. “Let’s see if we can change that, Mr. Gentry,” she said, then released a breath as she swung open the door. She walked inside and caught a surprised look from the good-looking man sitting in the wheelchair.

      Midnight-black hair hung over his ears and forehead. His square jaw showed more than a few days of scraggly beard, but that didn’t take anything away from his handsome face. Yet it was his eyes that caused her to pause. They were a pale blue, mixed with silver. His gaze was cold as stone, yet triggered a sudden warmth within her.

      She jerked away from his hold and smiled brightly at his irritated look. “Good morning, Mr. Gentry.”

      “Who

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