After she worked on his arm a bit, he had to admit, the ice pack felt good on his throbbing shoulder. Alicia sat on the bench next to him, focused on her notebook.
“That was fun today.”
She lifted her head and smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Your arm got a fabulous stretch. It really helped your range of motion.”
“So . . . could we do it again sometime?”
Her brows rose. “Sure.”
He didn’t know what her other plans were for therapy, but anything other than this day-to-day bullshit he’d been enduring for months sounded like a good idea to him.
FIVE
AFTER GARRETT LEFT FOR THE DAY, ALICIA STAYED behind to clean up the room and review today’s session. A session that wouldn’t have happened at all if she hadn’t gone chasing after Garrett.
Which hadn’t turned out too badly after all. He might be a pain in the butt about getting to therapy, but once they got going, he was all in.
She had to admit she’d had fun today. Even though she’d monitored Garrett and his progress, rock climbing was one of her favorite things to do. And it was good therapy for his shoulder, so why not combine something he seemed to enjoy with something therapeutic?
Maybe this wasn’t going to be as tough as she thought.
And maybe aliens were real.
She knew better. Today had gone pretty smoothly, despite the unpromising start. That didn’t mean it was going to be all sunshine and roses. She’d read Garrett’s file, knew his rehab was one of the more difficult ones. She was going to have to watch him very closely, every day, if she was going to succeed in getting him back on the mound by April.
No pressure or anything.
Needing a break from that nerve-wracking thought, she decided to catch up with Annamarie via a phone chat. She was happy to talk and said they were all having a great time in Florida.
Color her jealous. They were enjoying themselves in a sunny warm climate while Alicia was alone here and freezing with one difficult client that she’d had to hunt down this morning like the elusive Bigfoot.
Her cell rang. She looked at the display, pleased to see it was Phil.
“Hello, Alicia. I just called to get a report on Garrett.”
She filled him in on Garrett’s progress.
“So he’s still dragging his heels,” Phil said.
“Somewhat, but despite the rough morning, we had a good treatment day. His recovery is going well. The cold weather isn’t helping him any, though. He’s stiff, and I know it affects him. I’d really like to work him out somewhere warmer, where I could do some outdoor activities with him.”
“You have a point. Let’s bring him down to Florida. I agree you can make better headway with him here.”
“When should we come?”
“As soon as possible. I’d like you and Garrett to get together and plan this out. I want you close to him, Alicia. His therapy is important. So, figure out a plan, and the team will handle it from there.”
“Okay. I’ll let him know. Thanks.”
She hung up then dialed Garrett’s number. This time he picked up the phone.
“What? You want round two today?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re off the hook the rest of the day.”
“Lucky me. So, what’s up?”
“I talked to Phil, and he suggested we head down to Florida to continue your rehab in a warmer climate.”
“Sounds great to me. When do we go?”
“As soon as possible. Would you like to discuss that now? We need to make travel arrangements, figure out when we’re going to leave, where we’re going to stay, and discuss your therapy plan for when we get there.”
He paused a minute. “Yeah, we can do all that. Look, I’m going to have pizza tonight. Why don’t you come on over, and we’ll plan it out in person rather than over the phone?”
His place for dinner? That sounded so . . . personal. Then again, her entire existence was centered around Garrett right now, so why not? It would give her a chance to check on him and see how he was faring after the rock climbing today.
“Okay. Sure. What time?”
“Six is good for me.”
“I’ll be there.”
She hung up, then chewed her lower lip, remembering what it was like to walk in on him that morning, that first shock of awareness at seeing him with his sweats barely hanging on his hips and the rest of him gloriously bare.
She’d had to struggle to engage her brain and focus on why she was there.
But oh, that image of him remained burned in the back of her head.
Garrett Scott was so damn sexy, and he had an amazing body she’d love to get her hands on. Though she did put her hands on him, didn’t she? Too bad she only got to feel up his shoulder.