“Kyle?” “Hi, Nate.” “It’s good to hear your voice again, friend. How’ve you been?” Kyle looked around at his boyhood bedroom. “Crappy. I’ve been living in the past for the last month. I spend my days in pain and sweating like a pig. So. How’ve you been?” “Wow,” Nate chuckled. “Bitter much?” “Sorry.” “No problem. Listen, Kyle, I wanted to let you know I talked the doctors at the clinic into hiring a full-time physical therapist. I thought maybe you’d be interested in transferring back to Cattle Valley.” Kyle shook his head. If anyone could’ve talked Dr. Browning and Dr. Singer into hiring a therapist it would be Nate. That man could sell sand in the desert. “Did you do this because you miss me, or my éclairs?” “All of the above, plus I really need my car worked on and Gill’s the only one in the state I trust.” Kyle felt a stab of pain in his chest. “I don’t have any control over Gill anymore. Why don’t you just ask him?” “Because no one’s seen Gill since you left except Casey and Hal and they aren’t talking.”
