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a blast of extra-frigid air hit her face. She picked up her pace and this time it was Ryan’s turn to laugh.
    “I was looking forward to seeing Charlie.” Meg had thought about him often the past couple of days. She’d even considered having Travis invite Rachel and Derek over. In the end she’d decided against the plan, not wanting to do anything that might jeopardize her chance for custody.
    “I thought it’d be best if the boy wasn’t around when we hashed out the details.” Ryan tightened his grip on her arm as they navigated the steps to the front porch.
    “You didn’t want him traumatized by the yelling and screaming?” Meg said with a wry smile.
    “I’m not anticipating any of that.” Ryan reached around her to press the doorbell. “You and Cole are rational adults who want only what’s best for Charlie. Having you two at each other’s throats would only increase the child’s stress.”
    Meg had to grudgingly agree. Although the image of being at Cole’s throat did hold a certain appeal.
    Meg pressed her hand against her thigh as the wind whipped at her wool skirt. Thankfully she had tights and boots on today as well as a heavy sweater. “I’ve been looking for an apartment.”
    Ryan’s finger jabbed the doorbell again before casting a curious glance her way. “How’s that going?”
    “Could be better.” Meg wrapped her arms around herself for extra warmth. “Even the dumps are expensive.”
    The attorney punched the doorbell and chuckled. “Welcome to Jackson Hole.”
    A brisk breeze slapped Meg in the face. She shivered. “Are you sure Cole is home?”
    “I called him on my way here. His knee has really been hurting him.” A frown furrowed Ryan’s brow. “I hope he didn’t fall.”
    Remembering Cole’s unsteady gait and his determination to push his limits back in Ryan’s office made losing his balance a definite possibility. Meg’s heart picked up speed. “Since he knew we were coming, perhaps he left the door unlocked.”
    She grasped the ornate door handle with her gloved hand and pushed. It opened easily. A flood of escaping warmth washed over them. She hurried inside with Ryan on her heels.
    “Cole, are you okay?” Ryan called out, slipping off his cap and stuffing it into the pocket of his coat.
    “Just moving a little slow this morning.” Cole hobbled into view on his crutches, the brace on his right knee. He’d ditched the suit he’d been wearing the last time she’d seen him for running pants and a blue long-sleeved cotton shirt.
    Meg let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She told herself her racing heart didn’t have a thing to do with him. It was simply that as a rehabilitation professional she saw the signs of a man in considerable pain and facing a long road to recovery.
    Slipping off her parka, she placed it in Ryan’s outstretched hand before refocusing on Cole. “Have you been doing your exercises?”
    “Exercises?” Ryan scoffed. “The guy can barely get around.”
    “It’s important that he starts strengthening his quads right away.” Although Margaret now spent her time working primarily with stroke patients, her first job had been at a sports-medicine clinic.
    Cole’s chin lifted in a defiant tilt. “It’s been a busy week.”
    “I’ll take that as a no.” Margaret’s experienced gaze took in everything from the way Cole was standing to the lines of strain around his eyes. “Do you have a CPM machine?”
    “What’s that?” Ryan asked Margaret, closing the closet door and picking up the briefcase he’d set on the marble floor.
    “Hey, I’m right here,” Cole said a bit gruffly. “If you have anything to ask about my rehabilitation, ask me. Why ask her?”
    “Because she’s the professional,” Ryan said.
    When Margaret saw the blank look on Cole’s face she realized that he had no clue what she did to earn a living, any more than she knew how he could afford a place as expensive as this one.
    “I’m a