Five minutes later, she heaved like she’d run a marathon. With lead feet.

“Come on.” Aiden stood in front of her. “Lift your leg higher.” He had opted to guide her exercises himself rather than handing her off to an aide. Lex kind of wished for an aide. They seemed nicer.

She strained against the cord, attached to her ankle on one end and a pulley on the other, causing resistance to her forward straight-leg raise. Her quads burned. The outside of her hip burned. Her good leg burned.

“One more.” Aiden watched her. “Higher. Good.”

She dropped her leg a little too fast. The cord zipped back into place.

“Now to the side.”

“The side?”

She finished her other exercises, heart slamming against her chest, lungs aching. She leaned against the abductor weight machine, which had been her last exercise.

Hubba, hubba. A hunk walked into the gym area – Jude Law in the flesh. Gym member, it looked like.

Aiden bent down to look closer at her knee. He seemed happy with it. “Okay, let’s ice you down.”

“Hang on, let me stretch a little.” She wanted a little more time with the eye candy. The hunka-burnin-love paused near the free weights.

She spread her legs a little and reached for her toes.

Rrrrip.

She gasped so hard that she lost her balance and nearly tipped forward. Aiden nabbed her by the waist and kept her from toppling. She didn’t even react to his touch – her mortification had kicked a hole in her gut.

Her warm-up pants had split right across her rear end.

She straightened – with Aiden’s help – and reached around to finger the edges of the tear. Her face felt like she’d baked at 350 degrees for an hour.

Aiden didn’t laugh – didn’t even have a glimmer of amusement in his calm face. “It’s just the warm-ups. Your shorts underneath are still fine.”

“That’s not the point.” Her voice was doing that screeching thing again. “I’ve gained weight!”

Aiden took on that ultra-careful expression that men adopted when around women talking about their figures. “You don’t look it.”

“Oh, stop patronizing me. It means I’m out of shape. I’ve never been out of shape. I wasn’t even a chubby baby.”

“How do you know that?”

“Are you telling me I was a fat baby?”

Aiden’s eyes widened. “No, no, not at all. Carry on.”

“First, my body let me down when I tore my ACL. Now, my metabolism. My metabolism has never let me down like this.” She swiped at the tears gathering in her eyes. “And I’m so weepy lately. I never cry. What’s wrong with me?”

“Well, surgery will do that to you.”

“Not to me. It just doesn’t happen to me.” She sniffled.

“Here. Step out of your warm-up pants.”

She shoved them down over her shorts and held on to the leg press machine while Aiden helped pull her shoes free.

“Now, let’s ice you down.”

Lex grabbed her crutches and hobbled back toward the patient therapy area. She didn’t even glance at the cutie, who probably hadn’t even noticed her. Good thing.

She would be prepared for therapy on Wednesday. She’d start eating better. Aiden had given her exercises she could do at home. She’d do them five times a day.

And most of all, she’d massage that stupid IT band until it was looser than a granny’s girdle.

Lex went into PT on Wednesday ready for Aiden and his IT band torture. She’d been faithfully massaging her leg.

But he did a change-up.

While she lay on her back, he lifted her ankle onto his shoulder and pressed down on her knee to get her leg to straighten back to 180 degrees.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Lex’s upper body lifted off the table at the pain of ripping, tearing across her kneecap.

“Scaring the other patients again, I see.” Aiden eased up on the pressure for a second, then pressed down again.

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” Lex tried to focus on pleasant things. Like running a samurai sword through Aiden’s bowels.

He finally let her leg down. Lex dribbled off the table onto the floor.

Aiden stared down at her. “Come on, get up. You still have your gym exercises to do.”

She sat up and grabbed her crutch, but before she could swing it at Aiden’s exposed kneecap, the other therapist walked in front of her.

Saved. Lucky dog.

She hoisted herself to her feet. Aiden pointed to her crutches. “Try walking without them.”

“What?”

“It’s only a few feet into the gym area. I’ll grab you if you start to fall, but I don’t think you will.”

“You’re not my doctor.”

“No.” He put his fists on his hips and struck a Superman pose.

“I’m your therapist.”

Oh, brother. She left her crutches and took an experimental step.

Hey, that wasn’t too bad. She didn’t feel as unstable as she thought she would. She headed toward the open doorway where Aiden waited for her.

He studied her feet. “Strike down with your heel first – ”

Just before reaching him, her foot came down awkwardly on the ball of her foot, and she pitched forward.

Bam! Her right eye smacked into the doorframe.

Aiden grabbed her waist to keep her from going the rest of the way toward the floor.

And the hottie from Monday had just walked in the door. She was so brilliant, she amazed herself.

Stars flashed in front of her, then the throbbing started. Her cheekbone would come flying out of her skull any second now.

“You okay?” Pseudo-Jude Law winced a little as he studied her eye.

“Peachy.” Lex tried to assimilate the fact that he had two heads.

Aiden shoved her hand away to study her eye. “It’ll be fine. We’ll ice it.”

“Oh good.” She started to turn around, back into the patient area.

“After your exercises. Where are you going?”

Okay, she was ready this time. Lex marched – well, hobbled into PT on Friday. She’d been massaging her IT band. She’d been working on her leg extension with stretches.

However, Aiden had a sadistic streak.

After her strengthening exercises on the table, Aiden peered at her surgery scars, the incisions made by the doctor. “They’re healing nicely.”

“Yeah, now that the blisters are gone.”

He touched one of them. “It’s got a lot of scar tissue under the surface.”

Uh, oh.

Aiden got out a plastic jar of something white and slimy. He took a little onto his fingers, then started working it into her portal scars.

“Yiyiyiyiyi!” Lex slapped her hands against the table with each scream. “I don’t care about my scars! Leave off!”

“They’ll interfere with your extension.” Aiden gave her a You’re such a baby look.

Tears started to well. “See? You’re making me cry.”

“You’re hormonal from the surgery’s shock to your body.”

“Do you have an answer for everything?”

“I have an answer for every complaint of yours.”

Lex lay back and whimpered.

“Pansy.”

“Am not.”

“There’s a woman named Mary – she’s probably about my mom’s age. She had hip replacement surgery, and she didn’t complain even half as much as you do.”

“You were probably nicer to her.”

“I was even meaner.”

“Not possible.”

“And she still likes me. In fact, she got a gym membership and comes in faithfully three days a week to keep up with her rehab exercises.”

“Must be your winning personality.” Lex winced as he finished.

“Time to do your exercises.”

He took her through her exercises in the gym area, then iced her down back in the patient area. “See? Wasn’t that bad.”

Lex glared at him.

“You’re getting stronger, did you know that? I upped your weight today on the pulleys.”

She paused as she strapped on her brace. “Really?”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“No.”

“See?”

Lex fastened the Velcro straps. Wow. Progress. How about that? She had to admit, Aiden pushed her the way she pushed her junior high girls. She shouldn’t be complaining so much. In a weird, illogical way, she respected him for not giving in to her.