KAMERON
“You really need to bring in a qualified physical therapist,” Annie grunted as she settled me back into the chair.
“Why would I need a physical therapist, when I have you?” I grinned up at her. We had gone hard on the upper body work in the gym. Annie had even joined me in lifting. She looked hot, both literally and figuratively. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, and she had a line of sweat under her breasts.
She propped her hands on her hips and gave me her proper nurse stare. “I’m a nurse who specializes in geriatrics and end-of-life care, Kam. You need someone who really understands how to rehabilitate your body and your spine. For all we know, I could be doing more harm than good.” Her eyes softened. “I want you to walk again, Kam. You need a professional.”
