Every Glance (Every Life #3) Read Online Free PDF

nurses’ station to make sure nothing new has come up with any of my patients and to let them know I’m headed home, hopefully, for a couple hours of sleep before I come back for tonight’s rounds and paperwork. I have a feeling I’m only going to be getting cat naps this week. I guess it’s a good thing my residency prepared me for functioning on fumes.
    On my way to my car, I pause, craning my neck up to the flawless blue above. It’s a perfectly clear day with a gentle, steady breeze, making me long to soak up the warmth of the sun into my skin and fill my lungs with the fresh, reviving air. Who needs a nap when they have this?
    With a new purpose, I drive home, get out of my stale scrubs, and step into some athletic shorts and shoes. It’s a little cool to go out without a shirt, but I need all the vitamin D I can get, and after a few minutes, I’ll be sweating anyway. I slip my phone into my armband and cram my earbuds into my ears, cranking up the music until it drowns out the world around me.
    I smile.
    My feet begin pounding the pavement, almost in time to the music, and I’m immediately in my happy place. It wasn’t until I went to college that I fell in love with running. My body had just begun transforming into something I hadn’t been before. I had always been extremely thin and boney, even though I ate constantly. But suddenly, I was taller and broader. I had tight cords of muscle running beneath my skin. For once in my life, I didn’t want to be the scrawny, little nerd anymore. I wanted to build my newfound muscles, sculpt them into sinewy mass that would make girls want me. The very same girls who once laughed at me . . . if they even knew I existed.
    So I started running. A lot. Then, I started using the campus weight room five days a week. For a while, I was obsessed, especially once I started seeing changes. If I wasn’t in class or doing homework, I was working out. And I thought I was doing it to make people like me more, but I actually looked forward to it. I became addicted to the endorphin rush when I pushed myself to new limits. It was pretty funny, actually. I went from being scared shitless of going out in public for fear of being picked on to the jock-type who stepped out confidently, daring someone to cross them.
    Well, I tried to come across that way, anyway. I was still scared to death for a long time. I think, in some ways, I’m still that guy. I’m a little more confident with my body image, and I date a lot of gorgeous women. But there’s still that part of me that knows too well what it feels like to be pantsed in front of the whole school at a pep rally.
    Yeah, true story.
    That was before Sawyer and I became friends, though. People didn’t mess with me much after Sawyer came around. He was one scary dude then. To tell the truth, even after high school, he was. He was a genuinely nice guy, but there was always this undercurrent of something dark. Something menacing. But as soon as Makenna came into his life, she brought a lot of light with her. I’ve never seen Sawyer smile so much.
    Rounding my block again, I glance down at my watch. I guess I’ve been lost inside my head for about forty-five minutes now, and damn, I feel better. Any my phone didn’t even ring once.
    Shit. Until now.
    I slow my pace to a walk and reach across to my shoulder, punching at my phone to answer.
    “Dr. Hoover,” I gasp breathlessly.
    “Uh, Dalton?”
    The female voice sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place her.
    “Yeah?”
    “Hey, umm, this is Kyler. Did I call at a bad time?”
    Ah, she sounds just as adorable on the phone. “No, no,” I say, trying to steady my respiration. “Just out for a run, but I’m finishing up. I’m actually just a couple houses away from being home. Is there something wrong with Simon?”
    She chuckles. “Oh, no, I’m calling for personal reasons. Simon is doing great today.”
    “Glad to hear it. What’s up?” I turn up my driveway, stopping to