The physical therapy gym smelled faintly like disinfectant and rubber mats.
Scarlet sat on the padded table while Ward adjusted the height, pressing a button along the metal frame until it lifted another inch. Across the room, Henry sorted through a tray of resistance bands, pretending to study the color labels with more concentration than the task required.
Both men were aware of the other. Scarlet noticed it immediately.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asked.
Ward glanced over at her with a small smile. “Not at all.”
Henry turned at the same moment. “You’re right on time.”
They spoke almost simultaneously.
Ward cleared his throat and gestured toward Scarlet’s legs. “Ready to start with transfers today?”
“I was born ready,” Scarlet said.
Henry crossed the room with a blue resi
