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Owen, tapping his index finger against his lips. “Hey, my sister’s
the forward for her high-school basketball team. Maybe we could go to a game
sometime.”
    Seth and Garrett groaned in unison. Okay, so maybe movies
weren’t last on the list anymore. Seth would take a movie over a girls’ high-school
basketball game any day.
    “Give me a few days,” Seth said. “And I’ll come up with
something better than that.”
    “Like that’s going to be hard to do,” muttered
Garrett.
    “Shut up. ” Owen chucked a pillow at Garrett, who
snatched it up and threw it right back. Within seconds, a pillow fight ensued,
making Seth roll his eyes once again. His friends were great and all, but Seth
suddenly wanted more than this. He wanted something deeper. Something with soft
curves, warm lips, and deep, sea green eyes.
    Seth shook his head to clear it. What was he thinking?
Grace reminded him of Lanna—the girl who wouldn’t speak to him because he’d
given her twenty grand. The last thing Seth should want was to get into a
relationship with another woman like that, no matter how beautiful or
interesting she was. It was just the medicine and boredom talking.
    From here on out, the only thing Seth wanted from Grace
was for her to get his leg back in shape.

    Ten minutes into his appointment, Seth had all but forgotten
about his promise. From the moment he’d struggled to get through the
self-closing door, Grace had welcomed him with rigid professionalism. Like
before, her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore black yoga
pants, along with a fitted white polo that had been appliquéd with the name of
the practice. Even in bland clothing, she looked good—a dressed-down version of
the beautiful woman in blue from the night of the auction. Seth still couldn’t
believe he hadn’t recognized her right away. She had the same piercing green
eyes, high cheekbones, toned body, and impassive expression.
    Was she happy to see him again? Annoyed? Seth couldn’t
tell.
    “Looks like you’ve made some progress,” Grace said as she
checked how far he could bend and straighten his knee. Even though the movement
pained him, her cool fingers on his leg felt good. Really good.
    “I take my physical therapist’s orders very seriously.”
Seth grinned, hoping for an answering smile that didn’t come.
    “Good,” she said. “That means we can start working on
strength. How’s your pain level?”
    “Fine right now. But then again, I haven’t ticked you off
yet,” Seth teased, attempting to coerce a smile from her. But all he got was a
raised eyebrow.
    “Are you planning to tick me off?” she said, releasing
his knee.
    “Not on purpose.”
    “Oh. It just comes naturally then.”
    “Something like that.”
    Grace seemed more on guard and careful today, as though a
simple smile would somehow breach that professional/personal line she didn’t
like to cross. Come to think of it, Seth had never seen what her smile looked
like.
    That would have to change.
    Grace studied the paper on her clipboard, tapping it
lightly with a pencil. “Since your mobility is improving, I’d like you to start
with some leg lifts—both on your back and stomach. Then we’ll do some heel
pushes, calf raises, and end with the bike. Sound okay?”
    “Bike?” Seth perked up. “So soon?” He loved to bike. In
fact, the sooner he could strap his mountain bike to his SUV and hit the
trails, the better. Maybe this recovery wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
    “The revolutions on the bike will get your legs bending
and straightening, which is the best thing for your knee,” Grace explained.
    “So mountain biking’s okay?”
    She shot him a confused look, as though she didn’t know if
he was joking or not. “Are you serious?”
    “Yes.” Seth’s knee was feeling much better, and if riding
a stationary bike wouldn’t hurt it, why would a mountain bike?
    She shook her head. “No, you can’t go mountain biking. It
will jar your knee