Reckless With Their Hearts (16 page)

But she knew, on this at least, that he was right. She would have to have the two hours if that was what one of the world’s leading specialists in his field thought was best for her. And she would go every weekday without as much as a small complaint. “Yes, Daddy.” She murmured, taking a larger sip of her water.

“So, you were in a car accident?” His tone was filled with questions, but he seemed to be containing himself to just the one.

Alexis turned to him, not wanting to talk to this piece of male perfection about her very un-perfect body. “Yes.” She muttered before glancing away. The pain in her heart increased with each glance.

“My brother and his wife at the time were in one a few years back. Dr. Bradford did wonders for my brother.” She glanced back at him, curious now. “One specialist in Milan told him that he would never walk again. Ricco, stubborn to a fault, refused to believe it and sought out a second opinion here in California. He still walks with a cane but at least he is walking.” There was something dark in those molasses eyes of his; an emotion that he was trying to keep hidden.
Pain? Anger? For what his brother went through…or something else?

Alexis remained quiet. Why does it hurt to look at him? Why does the sound of his voice make me ache for something I feel I have lost? Those questions flitting through her mind disturbed her. Her heart was literally aching, like something was wrapped tight around it, constricting blood flow. It hurt, but at the same time it made her feel…Alive?

Max cleared his throat. “How is Ricco?” He asked when it appeared that his daughter was not going to comment. “Your father said that he recently got married again.”

Jared held her gaze for another moment before turning to Max with a grin. “Yes. He is considerably much happier now that he has finally found ‘the one’. Of course he spent so much time before he married her being an idiot, trying to convince everyone that she wasn’t the one.”

Max laughed. “So much so that you nearly married the woman if memory serves.” Melissa murmured something but Alexis didn’t hear what it was. Jared had nearly gotten married to his new sister-in-law? Why did that make her angry? Hell, she had only just met this man and was feeling…Possessive? No, that just was not her! She was not the type of girl to go all scratching claws at the thought of someone else being with her man…Jared Giordano is not you man, Alexis Moreitti!

Jared shrugged, but his face became closed as if the topical was particularly painful for him. “That was never going to happen. Monica and I thought we would just play a little game to force Ricco’s hand. It worked…But it also backfired.” He picked up his wine glass and swallowed the last of the ruby liquid. Alexis wondered how it had ‘backfired’. Had he fallen for this Monica along the way? Was he hopelessly in love with his brother’s wife?

She flinched as her head began to pound. The lobster BLT that she had just devoured with such delight was no longer setting peacefully on her stomach.

“I’m tired.” Alexis murmured. “I’m sorry, but I think I need to go home.”

Max stood, concern written on his still handsome face. “Of course. You need your rest.” He reached for her crutches.

Jared stood as well, pulling her chair out and offering his arm so that she could stand. Reluctantly she accepted his help and held onto his arm while her father assisted her with her forearm crutches. When they were in place Jared took a hesitant step back. “It was nice to finally meet you…Alexis.”

She dared to glance up and felt as if his molasses eyes had trapped her in their depths. “I…And you, Jared.” Was that her voice? All husky and soft?

He was the first to look away, his jaw clenched. “Perhaps I can ask my brother to speak with you if you find yourself in need of some reassurance on Dr. Bradford?”

“No. I have complete faith in Dr. Bradford.” She assured him. “But thank you anyway.”

Melissa put her hand on Alexis’s back and she turned to say goodbye to her father before they left. As her stepmother drove out of the city and toward Malibu she felt as if she were leaving a part of herself behind. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Assuming that she was just overtired Melissa didn’t comment on how quiet she was.

It was only a twenty-five minute drive home and when they pulled into the driveway Melissa asked her how she would like her downstairs room decorated. “I don’t care, Liss. Whatever you pick will be perfect.” She murmured as she started into the house and up the stairs.

The next morning, after a night of tossing and turning, Alexis made her way downstairs feeling as if her head was going to split in half. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the sexy Italian that she had met the day before and for some reason that was disturbing to her on both a physical and emotional level.

When she made her way into the kitchen for some juice it was to find her brother seated at the table with a huge plate of pancakes and a cup of steaming coffee in front of him. There was a heavy looking medical book open in front of him and he looked up from reading it to give her a welcoming smile. “Lex! How are you feeling this morning, baby doll?”

She offered him a small smile. “I have a horrible headache.” She admitted. “It is going to make therapy really fun today.”

“Oh, about that. I’m going to drop you off for your session because Liss had a few things to do this morning. But she will pick you up around eleven.” He took a bite of his pancakes. “Want some?”

She shook her head as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “No, thanks…Could you get me some juice though?” She hated having to ask people to do even little things like that but it would have been impossible to carry her juice and walk with her crutches as well.

“Sure, baby doll. Anything else you need?” He asked over his shoulder as he moved toward the fridge and extracted the juice. “I think there are some muffins. Or I could get you some cereal? But if you want eggs or something you’re out of luck. I am pretty useless with a stove.”

Her small smile turned into a grin. “No. I’m fine.
Just the juice please.” He sat a tall glass of juice in front of her and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Thanks, Vin.”

He dropped back into his seat and began shoveling food into his mouth. Every now and then he would stop, take a big swallow of his coffee then go back to eating and studying. While he was busy she took a moment to study her brother.

His hair was lighter than her darker locks, but just as short. His big green eyes were just like their father’s as was his smile. In fact she looked hardly nothing like her brother and father. She was only Vince’s half-sister really, and to look at them both one would never even know that they were actually siblings. Vince was six foot three while she was barely five foot seven. Females flocked to Vince Shepard in droves…And when they found out that he was almost a doctor they literally melted on the spot.

To look at Vince one would automatically assume that he was a body builder or athlete, with his wide set shoulders and massive arms. Being in the healthcare field had made him a freak when it came to staying healthy and working out. Alexis was sure that even the pancakes he was still inhaling were whole grain with lite syrup.

Finally he stood and took his plate and coffee mug to the sink. But his domestic skills only extended to rinsing them both and leaving them in the sink for either Melissa to deal with or the housekeeper who came in for a few hours every other day. He helped her into his Bentley Super-sport and drove much like their father did to the UCLA Medical Center.

Once they were there he assisted her out of his car and asked if she needed anything. She had her purse, money, cellphone. She was set. But Alexis knew that wasn’t what Vince meant. He wanted to
know if she wanted him to go in with her. She knew that he would have blown off anything and anyone if she so much as hinted that she needed him with her this morning. But she was a big girl. If anything the effects of the accident had shown her just how tough she could be.

“Thanks for the ride, Vin.” He dropped a tender kiss on her forehead and waited until she was inside the building before getting back in his car.

Forty-five minutes later, Alexis was silently cursing the beefy man who was basically torturing her. Her entire body was one big throbbing pain. But she did everything he instructed her to do without so much as a whimper as she continued to fight through the pain. He didn’t praise her, but she saw the respect he had for her in his eyes.

“Alright, Lex.
Take a few minutes to catch your breath.” Dragon Man, at least that was what she had secretly nicknamed him within the first ten minutes of meeting him, handed her a cold bottle of water. “Then we will start all over again.”

Wiping the sweat that had beaded on her upper lip, mostly from all the pain she was in and not the actual fact that it was warm in the room, she took a long swallow of the water. Alexis sank down onto the exercise ball that she had been kicking and hung her head, trying to catch her breath. Dr. Bradford was right. The New York therapist had really taken it easy on her compared to Dragon Man.

As she sat there she got the oddest feeling that she was being watched. Tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention and Alexis slowly raised her head to glance around. But everyone else in the room was either doing their work out or deep in conversation with their own therapist. Frowning she looked over at the double doors that she had come through earlier.

There was a man who was already turning away, but she was sure that she knew who it was. The only question was…Why?

Why would Jared Giordano be here?

Her heart started racing at the possibilities and she had to chastise herself for being so ridiculous as to think that she was the reason for his appearance there that morning. Really, why would someone like Jared be interested in her therapy session? She didn’t even know the guy, had only met him the day before and spent less than a few hours in his company.

Dragon Man returned and began his torture all over again as promised. With ten minutes to go until her session was over she was drenched in sweat and in so much pain her body was trembling. Dragon Man caught the heavy exercise ball as she kicked it to him. “Okay, Lex. I think we can call it a day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He tossed her another bottle of water, which she barely caught. “Make sure that you ice down before going to bed tonight.”

She nodded and reached for her crutches. Body aching, but pleased with herself for not crying from the pure torture she had been put through for the last two hours she slowly made her way through the double doors and started down the hall to the elevator. As she neared the doors opened and out walked Jared Giordano.

Alexis stopped. Her entire body locking up at the sight of the man that was walking toward her. The day before he had been deliciously devastating in his expensive Italian suit and handcrafted leather shoes. But today, in something as simple as a pair of faded old jeans and a dark tee shirt he made her heart actually skip a beat. The closer he came the more breathless she became.

His dark molasses eyes were even darker than they had been the day before. She thought that maybe he was trying to hide his emotions, but she could see right through it. The set of his jaw said that he was determined. His pace, growing quicker with each inch his long legs brought him closer to her, suggested that he was fighting to not run.

“Lexis.”

The way he had dropped the ‘A’ on her name did something to her. She felt like he had just slapped her it was such a powerful response she had to him saying her name in his deep, rough, ever so slightly accented voice. Her jaw clenched. “Hello Jared.”

He stopped just inches from her and she suddenly felt overwhelmed. How was it that she was standing in a long open corridor but still felt like she had no room to breathe now that he was standing so close? “Wow.” He thrust his hands into his pockets. “I’m surprised you are even speaking to me. And yesterday? What was that about? You don’t want you father to know about us or something?”

“What are you talking about?” She demanded. Was he delusional? What was he talking about—‘us’?

“Look I know that you are still pissed at me. I’m not so happy with me either. But if you would just give me ten minutes to explain everything to you…” He broke off when he saw her start to sway and reached for her. “Jesus, Lexis. Are you alright?”

She dropped one of her crutches and grasped her forehead. She felt dizzy and the most excruciating headache was beginning to pound right behind her eyes. “I…” She licked her parched lips. “I have really bad headaches. I guess I just over done it with my physical therapy today.”
Yeah, Alexis. And the huge bomb this guy just dropped in your lap had nothing to do with it, a voice muttered in the back of her mind.

Somehow she ended up in the front seat of his car. He was driving, where she had no idea. Not that she really cared. Her head was pounding and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and wait for the meds she had swallowed just a few minutes ago to kick in and ease some of the throbbing behind her eyes.

But she could feel how tense he was. She could actually taste it in the air. It was bitter on her tongue and she reached for the button on her door to open the window. As fresh air flooded in, filling her lungs with the taste of LA’s version of fresh air, she breathed a small sigh of relief.