Magic in Our Hearts
information, though she hadn’t worked with anyone quite this badly injured before. She turned the paper over and her breath was slammed out of her chest when she saw the photograph of Brett. Gone was the woman whose eyes sparkled with humor and intelligence.
    She saw a woman with eyes dark and full of pain. It broke her heart to see the complete devastation.
    “Oh my God!” Tears began to spill from Taylor’s eyes. The proud and arrogant athlete was gone. In her place was a broken, haunted woman, whose skin hung on her bones. Deep, dark circles were under her eyes, and there was no sign of the superbly beautiful body that Taylor remembered. “Jeb …” Jeb reached the couch in two strides and sat down quickly gathering Taylor in his arms while she wept unashamedly—crying for the woman she had loved and who now looked as though she was hanging on by a thread. Taylor was shocked and angry that no one had been able to help her all this time. Someone needed to help Brett heal, and that someone would be Taylor.
    “I’m going.”
    “I know.”
    “Does she know that her mother contacted us?”
    “No, but her mother asked for you specifically.”
    “Why?”
    “She didn’t say, but she said that if you had any questions, she would fly here and speak directly to you.”
    “Why can’t she call me?”
    “She wanted to speak to you in person. When she first called, you weren’t in the office, so I spoke with her. When she told me her request, I told her I wasn’t sure you’d agree to take on the job. Taylor, I wasn’t sure I even wanted you to know.”
    “Jeb, you can’t protect me from everything.” Taylor reached up and placed her hand against his cheek.
    “I know that, but I know how deeply Brett hurt you, and I didn’t want to see you hurt again. Her mother is a nice woman who’s terrified that she will pass away before her daughter recovers enough to be able to take care of herself, and I knew if she asked you to help Brett, you would agree.”
    “What made you change your mind and tell me?”
    “She needs you, honey. She has a chance if you can let your love for her help her heal. She’s already lost so very much. I liked Brett very much and it breaks my own heart that she is in such bad shape. I know you of all people can help her.”
    “She may not want to work with me.”
    “She won’t. You need to know that before you see her. She’ll hate that it’s you.
    She’ll fight you every step of the way. You have to put aside all your hurt and anger with Brett and just help her.”
    “It’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
    “I know.” Jeb gathered his best friend close. He hoped he was doing the right thing. He alone knew how much Taylor had loved Brett. And he was betting on that love to help heal the badly broken woman.

 
    CHAPTER 5
    The following week Taylor followed up with a telephone call to Mrs. Camden and after a brief conversation she agreed to meet with her. Mrs. Camden had flown to Los Angeles the very next day.
    Mrs. Camden, I’m Taylor Aronson.” Taylor watched as the tiny, well-dressed woman entered her office. Her hair was black with streaks of silver throughout. It was swept up into an elegant bun on the back of her head. Her suit was understated and elegant, slate blue in color. She wore matching high heels. Her jewelry was limited to a large diamond-covered gold band on her left hand and diamond posts sparkled in her ears. She was a softer, more feminine version of Brett. Taylor caught her breath when Brett’s eyes looked back at her. The woman gracefully sat down in a chair across from Taylor’s spotless desk.
    “Hello, Ms. Aronson. I appreciate your taking the time to see me.” Mrs. Camden reached out a dainty hand to shake Taylor’s. Her observant gaze took in the large office space with the sleek black glass-topped desk with a streamlined computer monitor sitting on the left side. It was a professional and stylish office, with photographs of

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