“Okay.”

Lex expected something to explode, or maybe some Hallelujah chorus to erupt. No, none of that. Just Aiden’s slow smile, reassuring and gentle.

He set her up at a table a little apart from where the other therapist worked a shoulder surgery patient. He had her lie on her stomach.

As Lex eased her body down, her shoulder cramped. Then a little pit fire crackled on her lower back. It slowly dulled, but she couldn’t seem to make the rest of her muscles unclench.

“I’ll massage you through your T-shirt.” Aiden’s voice floated over her. He seemed closer to her than he’d ever been, even when stretching her leg. Maybe that’s why she now caught a whiff of soap and fir and musk – just a hint. It soothed her. Her shoulder blades relaxed a tiny bit.

This was Aiden. She trusted him.

He started on her arm – a safe place. She couldn’t stop herself from flinching. He continued his gentle kneading motion up her shoulder.

A brief flash of memory. Her date’s breath against her neck, her apartment carpet burning her elbows and hands as she tried to scramble away. His hand on her arm, pinning her down, pressing her face into the carpet where she breathed in the wine she’d spilled, mold, rancid cooking oil.

She jolted. Aiden paused. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” She had to fight this.

He continued. “Long, deep breaths.”

Lex complied. Fir and that thread of musk. She imagined it cleansing her as it filled her lungs.

She focused on his hands, kneading slowly. His patience amazed her, but then again, she always moved at breakneck speed.

He massaged up her arms, and then she realized both his hands touched her shoulders and she didn’t flinch, she didn’t mind, she didn’t fear. He rubbed circles in her neck. Oh, that felt nice. The tension at the base of her skull dissolved away. She never noticed the ache behind her eyes until it eased. He hadn’t even touched her back, but the knotted ball at the base of her spine loosened a little.

His fingers pressed, circled, pushed. She barely noticed when he moved down toward her trouble spot. Her back unkinked, the burning cooled. Cool like fir, relaxing like a thread of musk.

“Okay, you’re done.”

The ache hadn’t completely gone away – she still felt tender in that area – but she moved more fluidly than she had in weeks. Her spine didn’t feel like a creaky mass of bones rubbing together.

She sat up. “Thanks, Aiden.” A world of meaning in those words.

Lex knew he heard everything she didn’t say, because his eyes locked with hers for a moment. She felt this strange stretching -almost a physical sensation – like Play-Doh being rolled together. She blinked, and it disappeared.

Besides, she hated Play-Doh.

She started to climb down from the table.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not off the hook. Now that you’re feeling better, we’ve still got your exercises to do.”

Aiden knew he was being irrational, but he hurried Lex through her gym exercises like a drill sergeant. She had to be gone by the time Spenser arrived.

He glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes. If he pushed her a little harder, she’d be done with her ice and stim a few minutes before he came. Hopefully he’d be late, as usual.

She couldn’t meet Spenser. She belonged to him.

There he was, being irrational.

He’d waffled about giving her the massage. He’d given dozens of massages, so the procedure itself didn’t make him uncomfortable, but he knew it would be different with her. He knew that he’d be feeling like this – stronger than King Kong, victorious like an Ultimate Fighting Champion – if she overcame her fear with him.

Aiden didn’t often touch people casually like gregarious Spenser did, but he stared at the nape of her neck as she sat in the machine, wanting to smooth the taut skin. To be comforting, encouraging…proprietary.

He never bonded with any of his patients – he kept his professional distance. But he had liked being with Lex even before he tore her ACL. He didn’t know why. He always seemed to catch her at her worst. She created chaos like a tornado through his controlled, ordered world.

“Five more.” His voice sharpened as he drove her on this last rep, but she smiled at him. She complained and whined, but he heard the note of teasing in her tone, the glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She appreciated how he pushed her. She had never mentioned it, but he knew the raging determination in her that rushed her on, focused on her healing and rehab. He could see that rage in her even now, as she grunted and strained to finish the set on the machine.

Why this connection with her? He’d been physically attracted to Trish, but he’d never been tempted by her, and he had rejected her advances without regret. Lex and Trish had too many similarities -face, family, religion. The last one had set his back up every time Trish mentioned it, especially because her actions contradicted the morals she claimed to follow.

Lex switched to the leg press and paused before starting. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“At the – ” No, she never saw him at the coffee shop – “grass tournament?”

“Yeah. You asked me about church. What did you mean by that?”

Had she read his mind, bringing up the subject he wanted to avoid? “Just curious.”

She grunted as she performed a set. “I’ve been thinking lately.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

She glared at him, but his bland expression seemed to amuse her. Then her mood shifted, and her eyes skittered away. “Trish… came on to you.”

He kept his face impassive, but a burst of tension rippled over his skin at the sound of her name. “Who told you?”

“Richard.”

“Oh. Let’s go, another set.” He tapped the machine. He had to get her out of here.

She sweated and groaned through another fifteen reps. The weights clinked as she finished. “Trish and I became Christians in college.”

He didn’t want to hear this. “Really?”

“But the past few years, she’s been… wild. She stopped going to church regularly. With this current boyfriend, she stopped going to church completely.”

This affects me, how? “And?”

“The way you talked about church… after what she said about dating non-Christians…” Lex sighed.

“Last set.” Aiden leaned against the foot of the machine.

Lex strained through the set, breathing hard as she finished.

“Ice and stim.” Aiden headed to the patient area, Lex trailing behind. Maybe he could distract her and she wouldn’t -“You’re not Christian?”

His lips tightened, but he didn’t face her, so she couldn’t see. “I’m not.”

She didn’t reply, but he knew the topic wasn’t over. She followed him to the patient area and got up on a table. He started attaching the electrodes around her knee.

Lex’s eyes flitted to his face and away, as if she couldn’t quite meet his eyes but she wanted to. “Because of… Did Trish?… Why?…”

Aiden sighed. “Do you really want to get into a discussion?”

“I just want to know.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Her candor never stopped surprising him. He rubbed his forehead. “It’s partly because of Trish, but mostly because of another girl I dated a long time ago who said she was Christian. And before you say not all Christians are like that – ” He stopped her as she started to interrupt – “I’ve met a lot of hypocritical Christians.”

But then his friend Spenser’s face flickered before his eyes. Spenser, who never nagged or questioned or argued about religion. Aiden thought he was a little too flirty, but Spenser was always there for him as a friend.

He finished attaching the adhesive pads to her knee.

“Am I…?” Lex asked.

She looked at him now. He realized he’d never thought about it with her. “No. I know a few sincerely loving Christians. But I also know plenty of sincerely loving atheists.”