Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3) by Ahren Sanders (books to read for teens .txt) 📗

I successfully get out and turn to face them. “Tada!”

Rexwell’s mouth twitches, but he shows no other emotion. “Lower your right foot and see if you can take a step.”

My heart races at the pressure of his observation. I do what he asks, making it two steps before wincing. Evin closes in, giving me support to find my balance.

“She just got the boot today,” he sneers.

“I’m well aware, the therapist sent over his report. She’s strong.” That’s all he says before turning and motioning for us to follow him into the building.

“Asshole,” Evin grouses.

“Heard that. Call Jay Lowe if you don’t trust my methods,” Dr. Rexwell yells over his shoulder.

Jay Lowe is one of the success stories Marco sent over. “Maybe we shouldn’t piss him off,” I say softly. “We knew his techniques are aggressive.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to agree with it.” He places his hand on my lower back and stays in step as we pass through the offices and go directly to a room.

The exam is what I expected. After a quick run-down of questions, Dr. Rexwell presses, pokes, and studies my leg from thigh to ankle. He calls out rapid-fire terms and measurements while the nurse frantically takes notes. When he’s done, she leaves and I’m half-terrified, half-fascinated. Without having a clue what he spouted, I’m pretty sure he’s a super genius.

“Your calf is better?”

I nod. “The sprained muscles had plenty of rest.”

“Your incisions are healing exceptionally well.”

At this news, I point to Evin. “I have an obsessed wound care expert.”

“Because of the extent of the injuries, there is some swelling, which is expected. Yours is minimal, but keep up the elevation and icing routine.”

I nod, disappointed at the simplicity of his instructions.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, but it’s very basic. Icing, elevating, resting, wound care—that’s a no-brainer. It’s been three weeks since my surgery and doesn’t sound like we’ve advanced far.”

He glances at Evin and back to me, his eyes twinkling with hilarity. “You mean we should discuss something more aggressive?”

The nurse presses her lips together, trying to hide her amusement. Evin coughs, poorly disguising his chuckle. A flush warms my throat and cheeks knowing he overheard me, but I try to act unaffected.

“That is your reputation. Don’t go soft on me. I’m expecting the full, brutal, pain-staking, and push my limits treatment.”

His lips split into a wide grin. “Not sure I’ll be putting that description on my website, but glad to hear you’re willing to put in the effort.”

“Have you ever worked with a professional dancer before?”

“I have advised, but you’re my first.”

I sit straighter, flip my hair over my shoulders, and give him my sharpest glare. “Well then, know we’re a different breed of athlete. No offense to any other athletics, because gymnastics is ruthless. You’ve only dealt with the emotionally shocked, and later coming-out-of-surgery Poppy, but I assure you putting in effort isn’t a problem. Lay out a plan and you’ll get a thousand percent from me.”

Evin shuffles uncomfortably. “Baby, maybe you should give yourself some time to heal before you kick it up an octave.”

I open my mouth to say something about him treating me like crystal, but Dr. Rexwell speaks first.

“You both are right. I like the tenacity, but there has to be a balance.” He reaches for the folder on the counter and pulls out a sheet of paper. “Meeting you out front was my way of getting my assessment of where you are. These are the therapist’s notes from this morning. In your case, we have the unique challenge of the Achilles and knee. Two different types of rehabilitative plans.”

“While we concentrate on the heel, we don’t want to overlook the knee. I’ll need to focus on both injuries, but know the knee relies on the Achilles repaired. Only when my heel and foot can take ninety percent of my weight, will we get a determination of the range of motion and functionality in my knee.” I recite the information from my research and knowledge of muscular mobility.

“Impressive. Yes, to all you said. But that’s where the balance comes in. Read your body.”

“Not a problem,” I answer a little too quickly.

He cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Eagerness and impatience can lead to overexertion, which will counteract the desired results.”

“He’s right.” Evin cups my cheek. “You don’t have to be Wonder Woman. There’s nothing to prove.”

I grip his hand, lacing our fingers. “You’re wrong. I have to prove to Dr. Rexwell that it’s safe for him to sign off on my care. It’s the only way for us to go to Charleston while I recover.”

His body jerks, complete surprise washing over his face. I take advantage of his shock, turning back to Dr. Rexwell before Evin can argue.

“I am eager and impatient, but mostly I’m determined. Evin’s home is in South Carolina. When you think it’s appropriate, I’d like to continue my rehabilitation in Charleston.”

“So, you’re not only eager, you’re eager to get away from me?” The glint of humor is back.

“No,” Evin speaks up. “I want you to manage her care. We’ll fly back every two weeks if you require it. Another doctor isn’t good enough.”

“That sounded mildly like a compliment.”

“Take it as you will. If Poppy wants to go,” he looks down at me, narrowing his eyes agitatedly, “to our home, we will do whatever it takes to remain under your care.”

“I’ll need to look into who’s running the Orthopedic—”

“You’ll have his contact information in an hour—I’ve already spoken to him personally—as well as the highest-rated Physical Therapy group in the state,” Evin finishes.

A small giggle bubbles up and I squeeze his hand, explaining, “Evin isn’t only obsessively detailed and slightly neurotic, he also has personal connections.”

Dr. Rexwell grins arrogantly. “As long as they can stand to be second in charge.”

“He knows. You just guide us to get Poppy ready to go.”

“I’ll see you again in ten days and we’ll make an assessment. Her therapist will have a