“Your office is last,” he declared just as definitely.
“Why is that?”
“Because I knew exactly what I wanted to do to you in that room the moment we set the chair there. Leaving your third floor office to last will keep me highly motivated.”
The mental images that he created for her had heat rising to her cheeks and hope rising to her smile.
“Are you going to be able to work? Your knee, I mean.”
“It’s just a sprain. It means I have to put the knee brace back on, which I hate. And maybe do some of the physical therapy exercises, which I hate even more.”
“You’ve been avoiding your PT exercises?”
“PT is Army for physical training. Being a civilian and doing PT for physical therapy feels like a joke.”
“Would your knee have gone out if you’d been doing your PT?”
His silence was answer e
