(Scarlett's POV)
"One more lap around the hallway, and then we're done for today."
Jasper groans but doesn't argue. His hand tightens on my arm as we take another slow step forward. He's been working with the physical therapist all week, but he insists on doing extra practice sessions with me.
"You're a slave driver," he mutters, though there's no real heat in it.
"You're the one who said you wanted to get out of here faster."
"I changed my mind. Hospital life is growing on me. Three meals a day, someone else making my bed, a beautiful woman at my beck and call."
I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Keep walking, smart mouth."
We make it to the end of the hallway and back. By the time we reach his room, Jasper's breathing is labored and a light sheen of sweat covers his forehe
