A roughneck physical therapist with a disreputable past... A spoiled rich dancer in need of rehab... Find out what happens when classes collide!
Cayle and Sharise are a sardonic and star-crossed couple thrown together by tragic circumstance, drawn together by duty and memories of misguided and misspent youth and finally bound together by passion and love.Cayle Miller is a transplanted New Yorker and an accomplished and dedicated physical therapist despite a past riddled with addictions. Haunted by a past of betrayal he tries to avoid any type of emotional attachment, an easy task that becomes otherwise once he takes on his duties as a live-in employee of arrogant well-to-do arts and antiques dealer, Thomas Keller.Sharise Keller is the spoiled only child of Thomas Keller. Born in the shadow of her mother’s death, Sharise is a gifted and up-and-coming dancer who aspires to success on the Broadway stage. Her efforts are sidetracked, however, when she seriously injured in a near-fatal motorcycle accident.Through their sometimes humorous but always heart-wrenching battles, all the way to their climactic and triumphant melding, Cayle and Sharise discover their gifts and strengths together far outweigh their weaknesses and flawed pasts.
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Cayle now glowered at Ms. Keller. "Stop me if I'm boring you," he drawled.
"You were saying?"
"I was saying..." He sighed, ran a palm down his face. She was really making this impossible.
He wanted her to know what to expect from him and what he expected from her, but realized he had just wasted his breath and the last fifteen minutes of his valuable time outlining his treatment plan and summarizing his educational background and qualifications. Ms. Keller was showing about as much enthusiasm as a first grader who's caught sight of the Good Humor Man from her classroom near the end of a sweltering summer school day.
"Do you care about anything I've said?" Cayle blurted.
"Wherever did you get those mismatched eyes?"
He blinked a few times, shook his head. "Excuse me?"
"Actually, I think they're kind of sexy. Weird but sexy."
"You haven’t listened to a word I've said."
"I've listened. It just doesn't concern me."
"Obviously."
"Don't sound so indignant, Mr. Miller. I didn't hire you or ask you to come here. That was dear old Dad's idea."
"Ms. Keller--"
"I prefer Reese," she purred.
"Regardless of why I'm here, the fact of the matter is, I am here and you have—"
"A green eye and a brown eye," she murmured, crinkled her brows and rubbed her chin as if she were trying to decide which one to poke a finger in first.
Cayle would have told her to stop being such a smart aleck but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
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