Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 21

I didn't even know the moment I felt my cheeks on fire. 

His wife. How cute did that sound? And it was a question. Even their eyes could feel them on me. 

"I think there is a misunderstanding here. Miss Rebecca is not my wife..." 

I felt a tinge of regret in his voice. And again, he turned to Miss Rebecca…

"Oh, my mistake! I'm so sorry, Dominic, I didn't mean to..." 

"It's all right, don't worry about it" The way Dominic turned the tables left a mark somewhere deep in my subconscious. But it was all still embarrassing. Neither of them said anything. 

I lowered my gaze, waiting for some kind of wonder. I was hoping they would change the subject, but the silence was so oppressive, I just had to speak up.

"Dr. Rogers, I apologize for interfering concerning my amnesia and nightmares," and the spell seems to have broken like magic.

"What about them?" I had piqued the doctor's interest, and that could only be a good thing. More than that, Dominic owed me a talk. We might as well have had it here. 

"In every bad dream I have, there's a young man with me and the gigantic wolves kill him. I call him Tom. What is that supposed to mean?"

 "A young man, you say... unlikely to be someone you know. It could be a manifestation of your fear." 

"It could be... maybe you're right" I really hadn't thought about it from that point of view. Maybe that's why Dominic was avoiding talking to me, because Tom didn't really exist. He was a figment of my imagination, of the fear that filled me at that moment that I might end up horribly. 

One more moment of uncomfortable silence before Dr. Rogers turned to speak again, only this time to Dominic.

I knew it would be hard, but at the same time, I knew I wasn't alone. 

"Miss Holland, in front of you is an exercise table I use on patients who have mobility difficulties. So, I'm going to put you on that table too," the doctor explained, and I could already hear my heart pounding to break my chest. I didn't know if it would be painful, or how long the recovery would take. All I knew was that in the next few seconds, we'd get started. "We need to start with some light warm-up exercises. Dominic, will you help me, please? To get her on the table?" 

Dominic picked me up so lightly. On impulse, I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning my head up against his chest. I didn't need to do that. I just sensed I had to. He was like a magnet that was inevitably luring me in. My body was putting up no resistance. It seemed so perfectly normal, this nearness between us.

I often tried to explain to myself why I was so attracted to him. And it wasn't just that he saved me, it was something else. I let myself follow his moves.

He gently laid me down on the table, facing up.

It followed exactly what I feared. The doctor had come closer and flexed my right leg. An excruciating twinge of pain raced through my body. Dominic reacted by holding my hand. I was literally crying, and after a few more flexes, I was begging the doctor to stop.