A Cure for Recovery (COLLEGE TOWN #2) by Lauren Gilley EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Lauren Gilley
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Tommy’s been a Granger instead of a Katz or a Cattaneo for almost
seven months, and he’s still not tired of signing his new legal name on
documents, or seeing it printed in his email signature. He especially likes
the sight of it in the elegant script of Leo and Dana’s wedding save-the-date
cards.
But even the charm of his new name, and the new life it represents,
can’t make up for the drudgery of yet another doctor’s appointment.
His pleasant mood lasted through the sign-in sheet, and then sitting
shoulder-to-shoulder with Lawson in the waiting room while they flipped
through a magazine meant for children and failed spectacularly to find all
the ways the two pictures were different. Lawson beat him by three finds,
because of course he did; it didn’t matter that Tommy used to be a cop, no
one’s as observant and detail-driven as his husband.
But then the nurse called him back, and his laughter died in his throat.
Lawson patted his thigh and said, “You’ll do great, babe.” So he scrounged
up a smile for him and tried to look positive about the whole thing. At least
until he was out of sight.
Now, he leans heavily on his cane with one hand while he unlaces his
shoes with the other. He’s dressed the way the informational email told him
to: something comfortable that gave him a full range of motion. Sweats, a tshirt, a zip-up hoodie. His shoes are Nikes, new, running shoes, with thin,
flat laces he ties into double knots to keep them from unraveling as he
walks. They’re good shoes…for someone who can run. For someone
without a cane, and who isn’t huffing, and straining, and nearly toppling
over just from trying to keep his balance while he painstakingly picks the
double knots loose one-handed.
For his birthday in March, his in-laws gifted him a pair of those
Sketcher’s sneakers you can step into, hands-free, no laces. “Lifesaversssss,” Bill said, smiling, not even frustrated with stumbling over the
S. The shoes are black, with white soles, unassuming, and, while not the
sort of thing he wore while playing a mob boss, at least not hideous.
Exactly. Lisa pulled them out of the tissue paper and set them on the ground
in front of him. “You don’t even have to bend over!” she said brightly.
“Easy peasy.” She pointed to her husband. “Bill loves them.”
A glance proved that Bill wore a pair of solid brown ones, more like
boat shoes.
Hot, helpless shame prickled at the backs of Tommy’s eyes. Because
he was turning thirty-eight, and he couldn’t manage a normal pair of
sneakers. Because he needed step-in shoes like his stroke patient father-inlaw.
The moment the thought formed, he hated himself for letting it cross
his mind. His in-laws meant well, and he loved them to bits, and there was
nothing shameful or embarrassing about Bill’s situation.
“Thank you,” he said, around the lump in his throat. He toed off his
own shoes with minimal trouble, and stepped into the new ones. When he
looked across the room, Lawson met his gaze, and his smile was small, and
sad, and knowing. It’s okay. I’m sorry.
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