Chapter Seventeen
Liam
I stepped off the treadmill and snagged the towel hanging on the handlebar, wiping my face and draping the towel over my shoulder. Tim stepped off the treadmill beside me, his eyes traveling up and down my body. Being a professional athlete had me accustomed to constant perusal in an impersonal sense by coaching staff and the like.
“How’s the knee feeling?” he asked.
I flexed my knee and leaned my weight on it. “Great, actually. Honestly, the only time I notice much difference anymore is right when I get out of bed. Takes a minute to loosen up.” It was going on a month since my surgery, which amazed me when I thought about it. If it weren’t for my near obsession with Olivia, I surmised the time would be dragging, yet she gave me plenty to think about. I was also
