“Mate.” Greg waved his hand in front of Lucas’s face. “I understand you’re in shock, but please could you stop looking at me like that? I get it, really I do, but no amount of feeling sorry for me is going to help. I’ve had time to get used to it, come to terms with it, and I’m fine. Plus, when you have ever known me to give up? I’ve been told it’s unlikely I’ll ever walk again, but not impossible. So I’m clinging to that and clocking some serious time in the gym and with my physio. This is just temporary.”

Nodding slowly, Lucas replied, “Yes. Yes, you’re right. Okay, great.” The smile he conjured wasn’t a wide one, but it was genuine. “It really is good to see you, buddy.” He clapped Greg on the shoulder and turned to the woman. “And I’m really sorry for upsetting you, Mrs. Judd. I was just completely gobsmacked. Are you, um—”

“This is my sister, Violet,” Greg interjected. “Violet, this is Lucas Hartley, an old army mate of mine.” He continued as the other two nodded acknowledgment at each other. “I’m actually very independent, despite my predicament, but I thought it’d be a good idea to have Violet here while the smoke detectors were fitted. She’s much more sensible with this kind of stuff than I am.”

Greg looked down at his legs with a wry expression, then back up at Lucas. “Believe it or not, I broke my back in a skiing accident. Fucking ridiculous, huh? We’ve battled arseholes and terrorists together in the desert and managed to stay in one piece, but put me on a snowy hill and this is what happens.”

Shaking his head, Lucas said, “I’m really sorry, mate. I don’t mean to stand here gawping, but I just can’t get my head around it. I didn’t have a clue.”

“Why would you?” His gaze shifted briefly to the woman, then back. “You left the army; we lost touch. I left the army and took a little bit of time out, and this was my reward. Seems I would have been safer dodging IEDs and suicide bombers.”

Lucas recognized the sarcastic humor his old friend was employing, but he couldn’t bring a smile to his lips—his whirling brain wouldn’t allow it. How was it possible that his old comrade, his friend, a fantastic soldier, had been paralyzed in the pursuit of leisure? It just didn’t compute.

A strangled sound came from behind him, and the woman stepped around and stood between Lucas and the man in the wheelchair, her face the very epitome of fury. “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t speak to people like that! How rude, how disgusting—I’m calling your boss, right now!” Shooting Lucas a venom-filled glance, she stepped over to a side table holding a landline phone and picked up the receiver.

“Hey, hey,” said the man in the wheelchair, maneuvering himself over and taking the woman’s wrist. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s damn well not!” she fumed, glaring at Lucas once more. “He can’t go around speaking to people like that.”

“Seriously, it’s okay. I know him. Now put the bloody phone down.”

Lucas watched the exchange in utter confusion, and remained silent. What his brain was telling him and what his eyes were telling him were two completely different things.

Once the other man was happy there would be no phone call taking place, he gave the woman a reassuring pat on the arm and wheeled himself over to Lucas. Holding out his hand, he said, “Good to see you again, Lucas. It’s been a while.”

Still in a daze, he took the hand and shook it, but it was several long seconds before he managed to formulate a reply. “You, too, Greg. But seriously … what happened?”