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“Um, isn’t it all in the chart notes?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t match what you told me on Tuesday.”
“Why do you care?” she said. “I hurt my back and you’re supposed to help me fix it.”
“Like I said before, knowing how you sustained the injury helps me determine how best to treat it.” I should have backed off and moved to the first exercise, especially with Adam watching like a lion eyeing a kill.
“You already know, apparently. So, why ask?”
“Why wouldn’t I question a discrepancy in a patient’s chart?”
“Fine, I caught my husband getting a blow job from my boss and ran out of the office smack into the path of a tourist on a Segway. Happy?”
Her face went bright red. She tossed off the heat mat and climbed from the table.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
She opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head, and bent to grab her enormous bag. She winced and straightened before heading for the door.
I allowed myself two seconds to freak the fuck out before I ran after her. “Stair training,” I said to Cammie, loud enough for Adam to hear.
Cammie’s eyes were wide, but she said, “Great idea,” in a chipper voice. “Rowan is having so much trouble with stairs.”
I was too chickenshit to check if Adam was watching. Judging by Cammie’s reaction he was.
Rowan moved surprisingly fast for someone with a back injury and had already pressed the button for the elevator when I stepped into the hallway. The doors opened, and she disappeared inside. I sprinted down the hall and made it into the tiny car just as the doors closed, leaving me chest-to-chest with a very upset redhead.
She swiped at her eyes and spun around to put her back to me.
“Rowan?”
The elevator jolted and started to creak toward the lobby.
“Rowan, please,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder.
She sucked in a breath and turned to face me, jabbing a finger in my chest. “Back up.”
I took half a step and slammed into the elevator doors. The car wobbled, and she reached out and gripped my shirt. “Come back here, you big oaf. I’m not dying in this elevator with you.”
I took a full step closer, her hands still gripping my shirt until we were pressed together, both of us breathing fast.
Chapter eight
Rowan
My brain and mybody fought for control. My brain said to turn and face the elevator wall until this ride from hell was over. My fingers wouldn’t let go of Cal’s shirt. My feet wouldn’t move. My vagina jolted awake and sent an urgent message to my brain to hit the emergency stop button. I was so embarrassed by my own labored breathing it took a moment to realize Cal’s chest was heaving beneath my hands.
I finally glanced up at his face and stopped breathing altogether.
No man had ever focused on me like that. Brad always glanced around the room, even when we were having a conversation or alone. Cal’s hooded eyes bore into me with an intensity that made my knees shake. The elevator landed on the first floor with a thud, and I swayed.
Cal morphed from sex god to concerned physical therapist in an instant. The lust vanished from his face, and when he put his hand on my elbow to steady me, his touch felt gentle but clinical,much like it had when he guided me through exercises during our first session.
The doors slid open, and he backed out of the elevator, keeping his hand on me until we were both in the hallway.
“Thank you, Dr. Cardoso. I can manage from here.”
I walked past him toward the lobby. His sneakers thudded behind me.
