Desperately seeking answers,
Captain Gamble Holloway.
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The Prologue
The Rehab
Two Months Earlier
One Month Into Therapy
Watching Gamble Holloway heal was a beautiful thing, and Doctor Poe Seville was proud of the steps that the man had made in the last thirty days that he’d been with him.
Oh, no part of his recovery was easy, but Gamble Holloway was a strong man.
He was a good man.
He was a brave man.
And he was surviving to the point he could see him start to flourish.
They had turned a corner.
Deep within Gamble, there was that need to live, and Poe had been able to find it. It took a week or so to build that trust, but once he did, the man was more than willing to participate in therapy.
When he actually started working on a therapy plan, Gamble was back in control.
Truth be told, that first week had been bumpy.
When he’d picked him up a month ago, the man was skin, bones, and days from succumbing to the trauma that changed his life forever.
Gamble had been a danger to himself.
Like when he pulled him into the tub and held the razor to Poe’s neck.
Or when he’d tried to burn off the tattoo of Storm that was on his arm.
Now, not so much.
He was living again, and that was beautiful to see.
Currently, Gamble was on the mend, and that wasn’t an easy thing to make happen.
Not.
At.
All.
They had worked daily on saving Gamble, and Poe worked nonstop on not crossing any lines—even if that was difficult.
The bottom line was that as his patient, he needed to protect him. He needed to make sure that Gamble wasn’t taken advantage of in his damaged state—especially by the person hired to protect him.
But God…
He was attracted to him in a way that he’d never felt before. Saving him became a personal mission where he fought for the man for his own selfish reasons.
