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to tell her the story of his trip gone horribly wrong. He’d soon finished reciting the weekend adventures that led to his accident and excused himself to go change into his rehab wear. 
    Stepping out of the locker room, his attention was drawn to Rylie’s response at getting a very motherly hug from the elderly woman she had been working with earlier. He stood back to lean against the wall, casually admiring his new therapist as she assisted the woman in a walker to the front desk. 
    Her figure was tall and lean, her jeans hugged every tight curve. With long legs that expressed a level of athleticism, it wouldn’t have surprised him to find out that she had been a track star or volleyball player in college. Fit and trim, but not with the hard edge that some female athletes could possess. And judging from her behavior last night, she had a competitive spark that could surely ignite things in and outside of the bedroom. He was beginning to reconsider his aversion to this therapy thing. It could definitely have its advantages.
    “Mr. Camden…are you ready to get started with me?”
    Mitch nearly choked. Yes, you could say that . 
    He pushed himself upright and bent down to pick up his crutches. He hefted his arms over and on to the crutches and nodded his head in her direction.
    “Lead the way,” he said, following her into the room that resembled a mini gymnasium. “And please, call me Mitch. We’ll be working closely together over the next few months; we might as well be on a first-name basis.”
    He saw her consider it for a moment and then, as if it pained her to agree, she acquiesced. “All right…Mitch,” she drawled, placing her hands on her hips to stress the point she was about to make. “You can call me Rylie or Ry. But don’t think the lack of surnames is going to get you off easy. I work my patients hard because that’s the only way progress can be made. You’ll need to put in the effort and not screw around. If you want to be successful in your recovery, then you have to do what I say and as often as I say. Got it?”
    Wow. She was a tough one. No nonsense. No bullshit. He wasn’t normally one to give up any sort of control. Not in the boardroom or the bedroom. But for some reason, the idea of Rylie taking control of things seemed to be a pretty good trade-off. He wanted to see where things would go from here. He just might like it.
    “Aye, Aye, Cap’n,” he clipped, giving a quick salute. “I have to admit I like the idea of getting off easy, and I’m warming to the thought of you telling me what to do.”
    She scowled and her eyes, the color of melted chocolate, glared daggers at him. Truth be told, he was waiting to get slapped. He may have just crossed the line. Instead, she doused his thoughts of carnal knowledge with two words. Ice bath.
    “Are you kidding me? You want me to get in that tub of ice water?” Mitch spat out the words and then immediately realized his mistake. He clamped his mouth shut as he noticed her stare, an unspoken, You’re going to start that shit already ? look.
    “Uh, sorry,” he graveled. “Okay.  How do I get in this thing?”
    She shook her head. “I’ll help you.”
    Her hands moved out to grab his crutches, setting them down on the floor to the side of the tub. Reaching toward him, her arms extended around his back, shifting his body weight onto hers. She locked her arms around him in a bear-hug grip, her head turned to the side and resting against his chest. Mitch’s entire body tensed, uncertain of his reaction to her closeness and her touch.  His chin rested on the top of her head as he breathed in the scent of her hair. Vanilla and a hint of honey. Sensual and soft invaded his senses. As her hands made their way down his back and under his bottom, they agilely guided his leg over the side of the tub, helping him to sit comfortably on the ledge.
    With nowhere else to place his hands, he draped his arm around her neck and clung to her. Feeling