The vet’s startled gaze changed to compassion and a determination to win. “Then I will.”
It was a turning point for them both. Even though they were both damaged, they were worth loving. How many times had Kate cried herself to sleep, thinking of herself as a freak no one could love because she couldn’t speak like everyone else? The torturous years in school, ashamed to read aloud, to say hello, to be teased mercilessly on the playground and bullied nonstop. But she’d risen above it all and made a success from her life. Just like Robert. The rest of the world could go to hell.
It took weeks for the healing, a ton of medical bills she guessed the vet helped her out with, and a wonderful charity that donated the scooter so Robert, now paraplegic, could learn to walk again without using his back legs. Kate learned to empty his full bladder when needed. She took him to physical therapy, learned new skills of how he could lead a full life, and hired someone to come in a few hours per day when she was at work.
She had regrets in her twenty-six years. She’d never traveled. She’d hung her head in shame for things that weren’t her fault.
But never Robert. He was the only decision that made her proud.
He finished his run, and she undid the cart, giving him a quick kiss on his head. “I’m exhausted. I snuck out on the crew and I don’t even care. Kennedy will be so pissed.”
Robert’s deep brown eyes gleamed with understanding. “Why don’t we go to the dog park this Saturday and you can meet Arilyn’s new rescue? I think you’ll like him. He’s got a long road to travel, like you did, but I think if he saw you he’d be more inspired to heal.”
Robert cocked his head and nodded.
She headed toward the small galley kitchen painted red. “Cool. Meaty bone or chewy bacon strip?”
He barked twice. “Bacon it is.” He politely tugged the strip from her fingers and wheeled off to his orthopedic mat to settle and treasure the treat.
She headed toward her pj drawer when the knock stopped her. Kate peeked through the window and flung open the door to see her best friend. “You missed Mugs.”
Genevieve MacKenzie dragged herself over the threshold, still in her scrubs. “Extra shift. Forgot to eat. Help.”
Kate shook her head and returned to the kitchen. Robert scurried from his mat to greet his second-favorite person, pushing his nose into her palm as Gen rubbed his head and gave him a kiss. “How’s my favorite boy? Good day or bad day?”
Kate opened the refrigerator and pulled out a variety of lunch meats. “Good day. Bladder is emptying fine lately. No bedsores.”
“That’s my baby,” Gen crooned, rubbing behind the ears. “I’m sorry I barged in before pj time.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you live right down the road.” Kate stacked ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and mayo on a big roll and set it on a plate. “Sit down and eat. What the hell are you doing to yourself lately, babe? You can’t save the world if you collapse on me.”
Her friend dropped onto the red stool and began shoving the food into her mouth. Kate grinned, poured her some water, dumped out a few chips, and slid onto the seat next to her.
“David sprang a research article on me to complete. We were supposed to be collaborators, but I discovered that means I do the work and he gets the publishing credit. Part of the resident torture.”
An odd sensation settled over her as she studied her best friend. They’d met at NYU just like Arilyn and Ken, but when Gen moved down the road, they’d become like sisters. Kate adored Gen’s big Italian family and always accompanied her to functions. They finished each other’s sentences, liked the same things, and both had the same crazy ambition to succeed.
“Doesn’t sound fair to me. You’re pushing too hard.”
Gen moaned around a bite. Her springy dark hair escaped her ponytail and curled wildly around her heart-shaped face. Navy blue eyes focused wholeheartedly on the meal in front of her, but Kate had also seen that gaze assess a medical emergency, soothe a scared child, and calm down a parent with the heart and soul of a true surgeon.
“So good. Will you make me coffee?”
“No, drink your water. You’ll never sleep.”
Gen gave a sulky pout but drank the full glass, then dove into the chips. “How was Mugs?”
“Good. We missed you. You never come out anymore. What’s up?”
A strange expression flickered over her tired face. Gen studied her plate. “Just work. David’s been telling me I need to focus more on my career and getting ahead. And he works such crazy shifts, we rarely get to see each other. I just need to cut back on some of my socializing for a little while.”
David, aka Dr. McDreamy, was Gen’s boss, drop-dead gorgeous, charming, and one of the top pediatric surgeons. He spent half of his time at Westchester Medical and the rest at Albany. Kate knew her friend crushed on him for years, like all the other interns, but this past year David finally noticed her. They started an affair but kept it from going public, and for a while Kate watched her friend glow with a deep-seated happiness.
But she was changing: withdrawing from regularly scheduled social get-togethers, working nonstop, and spending all of her free time at David’s place. Kate tried to sort through the emotions, wondering if she was just envious of Gen’s complete focus, or if she just missed her best friend. She shook off her thoughts and forced a smile.
“I understand. Just make sure you take some time to rest and have fun.”
“Yes, Mom.” Gen slumped on the seat, looking sated. “God, that was good. God, I love you.”
Kate laughed and scooped up the plate. “At least someone does.”
“Another bad date?”
“Yep. But I’m done, Gen. Look at this.” She looked around at her bungalow which she loved, from the trendy red kitchen, to the open living room with massive wooden shelves holding her fave movies, music, and books. Gorgeous hardwood floors shone to a bright polish, and it was all cheerfully decorated in yellow and gray. The oversized bay window and seat looked over the tiny patch of lawn and the edge of the Hudson River. “I love my place. I love my job and Robert, and I’m happy. Every time I come home from a date I get depressed, so I’m taking a break. Maybe a year. I’ll focus on growing Kinnections and enjoying myself.”
Gen grabbed her hand and squeezed in sympathy. “Bad dates suck. But I believe you’re meant to find that special person. Sure you don’t want to use your own company to snag someone?”