Chapter 31

“In a few days you can try lap swimming—at a slow pace, it will help your muscles get back to work. Just don’t overdo it, okay?”

“Okay. How about walking up and down stairs for exercise?”

“Sure, as long as you hold on to the banister, but a treadmill would be safer.”

“Great,” I said. “I can use treadmills at the Y.”

“Good. Now, let’s get those stitches out.”

When we got home, I discovered that climbing a long flight of stairs was much more challenging than descending them had been—especially after the long walk from the backdoor to the first step. I was glad to be back in bed, and when Rion went to work, I took a nap.

When I woke up, I spent some time in bed with my laptop. Then I managed to walk to the den. At my desk, I settled down with the accounting software and Rion’s files. He called around noon to tell me he was running late.

“Don’t worry about me,” I said. “I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Not particularly, except for your dick.”