Miracle for the Neurosurgeon by Lynne Marshall

Author:Lynne Marshall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

TWO DAYS LATER, Mary and Wesley worked side by side on the high parallel bars. He used the strength of his arms to move forward, and had just made it along the bar.

“Can you turn and go back?” Mary asked, dropping off the bars to watch. “I’ll spot you.”

Obviously unsure of this bright idea of hers, he passed her a warning look. “Like hell you will. If I let go and fall, I’ll be dead weight and bring you down with me.”

“You won’t let go.”

“And you know this how?”

“I know you, Wes. You’ve got this. You’re the strongest guy I know.” And the best looking and the smartest and the sexiest. Her encouragement must have given him the last bit of confidence he needed because he pressed upward in stiff arm gymnastics style, swung and switched hands to face in the opposite direction, then walked his hands back to the other side. When he got to the end he dropped to his armpits on the bars and let out a yelp.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp.”

She rushed to his aid, and with her helping him balanced against her she eased him to the mat. He grimaced and grabbed his shoulder near his neck. She massaged the area, feeling the golfball-sized knot. It didn’t let up.

“Lie down. Wait right here.” She rushed to the pile of gym towels, ran one under water in the kitchenette in the corner of the gym, wrung it out and popped it into the microwave for a quick heat up. Once done she whirled it round and round to cool it off a bit, then placed it on Wesley’s shoulders. “Still tight?”

He clenched his teeth and continued to rub the area. “Yes.”

At the top of his head, she leaned over him and again massaged his neck and shoulder muscles with a deep and intentional touch, finding the unchanged knot, as tight as before. He groaned, but in a good way, so she continued until she felt the muscle on the right side loosen and finally let go. But she didn’t stop. She made fists and rolled her knuckles round and round on his trapezius muscles to keep the spasm from returning, then switched back to the deep massage. Finally, she slid her flattened hands beneath his upper back and pushed in and out, locating a nerve bundle on each side below his scapula and pressing her fingers upward. He moaned, sounding in ecstasy. She pressed and released several times until she felt him relax completely.

“I let you down, Harris.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“When I was up there, I pretended my legs still worked, and I got a little cocky trying to swing myself like a real gymnast. That dead weight put a quick stop to that fantasy.” He rubbed his forehead. “Never realized how strong those gymnast guys are.”

“Could have fooled me. You were the master of those bars from where I stood.”

He made a pained laugh. “Yeah. I won all right.”

She sat back on her heels, let her hands slip from his shoulders.

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