Six weeks later
Jax held the heavy door at Curves for Sarah, watched her carefully as she limped through. The private and intensive physical therapy sessions were doing her a world of good, and here was the result: his girl was walking on her own. Slow, a bit shaky… but on her own two feet.
Aidan saw them come in, and practically leapt over the bar at them. He watched Sarah approach, his eyes glowing at her. “Hey, Red.”
“Hey.” She smiled at him. “How’s it going?”
“Oh, awesome. You know me.”
“Uh-huh.”
He opened his arms to her, and she walked into them. He enfolded her gently, still not totally able to believe that she was here, and warm, and talking. Aidan had always assumed that a coma was a death sentence in slow-motion – that had been his experience, anyway – and the fact that Sa
