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JOAN JOHNSTON
âA guaranteed good read.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Heather Graham
âJoan Johnston does short contemporary Westerns to perfection.â
âPublishers Weekly
âJohnston warms your heart and tickles your fancy.â
âNew York Daily News
âJoan Johnston continually gives us everything we wantâ¦fabulous details and atmosphere, memorable characters, a story that you wish would never end, and lots of tension and sensuality.â
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âAbsolutely captivatingâ¦a delightful storytellerâ¦Joan Johnston [creates] unforgettable subplots and characters who make every fine thread weave into a touching tapestry.â
âAffaire de Coeur
SWEAT STREAMING FROM HIS TEMPLES, strong hands clenched tight on the parallel bars that supported him, Mac Macready put his full weight on his left leg. He felt a sharp pain, but the leg held. He gritted his teeth to keep from groaning. So far, so good.
Mac kept his eyes focused on the area between the bars in front of him, willing his leg to work. He took an easy step with his right leg, then called on the left again. The pain was less sharp the second time he put his weight on the restructured limb. He could handle the pain. More important, the leg had stayed under him. He glanced across the room at his friend and agent, Andy Dennison, and grinned.
Mac Macready could walk again.
âYou did it, Mac,â Andy said, crossing the room to slap him on the back. âItâs great to see you back on your feet.â
âAbout time,â Mac said. âIâve spent the better part of two years trying to get this damned leg of mine back into shape.â A sharp pain seared up his leg, but he refused to sit down, not now, when he had just made it back onto his feet. He took more of his weight on his arms and kept walking. A bead of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades before it caught on his sleeveless T-shirt. He summoned another smile. âGive me a couple of months, and Iâll be ready to start catching passes again for the Tornadoes.â
Mac caught the skeptical look on Andyâs face before his agent said, âSure, Mac. Whatever you say.â
He understood Andyâs skepticism. Mac had said the same thing after every operation. Who would have suspected a broken legâall right, so maybe it had been shatteredâwould be so difficult to mend? But his body had rejected the pins they had used to put things back together again at ankle and hip. They had finally had to invent something especially for him.
Then the long bones in his leg hadnât grown straight and had needed to be broken and set again. He had fought complications caused by infection. Finally, when he had pushed too hard to get well, he had ended up back in a cast.
The football injury had been devastating, coming as it had at the end of Macâs first phenomenal season with the Texas Tornadoes. His future couldnât have been brighter. He was a star receiver, with more touchdown catches than any other rookie in the league. His team was headed for the Super Bowl. With one crushing tackle, everything had fallen apart. The sportscasters had called it a career-ending injury. Mac wasnât willing to concede the issue.
âGood work, Mac,â the physical therapist said, reaching out to help him into the wheelchair waiting for him at the end of the parallel bars. âPut your arm around me.â
He flashed the young woman a killer grin, inwardly cursing the fact that after six measly steps he was on the verge of collapse. âBetter watch out, Hartwell. Now that Iâm back on my feet, Iâm going to give your fiancé some serious competition.â
Diane Hartwell blushed. Most women did when Mac turned on the charm. He had the kind of blond-haired, blue-eyed good looks that made female heads swivel to take a second look. Mac wondered what she would think if she knew the truth about him.
Diane answered wryly, âIâm sure George would gladly trade me to you for an autographed football.â
âDone,â Mac said brightly, biting back a grimace as Diane bent his injured leg and placed his foot on the wheelchair footrest.
âI was only kidding,â Diane said.
âI wasnât,â Mac said, smiling up at her. âTell your fiancé Iâll be glad to autograph that football for him anytime.â
âThanks, Mac,â Diane said. âI appreciate it.â
âThink nothing of it, Hartwell. And tell George to hang on to that ball. Someday itâll be worth something.â
Once Mac resumed his career, he would break every record in the book. He had that kind of determination. And he had been that good. Of course, that was before the accident. Everybodyâexcept himselfâquestioned whether he would ever be that good again.