Unless, of course, it was kissing a gorgeous, sweet man and listening him apologize for it. Currently, she was on a treatment table at Sabrina’s physical therapy practice, stretching her hamstrings with the help of an athletic trainer who was showing her no mercy. “Aw, jeez, that hurts.” “I need to do this, Maggie. Your muscles have gotten short. Don’t be a baby.” He did not say that. Did the man actually call her a baby? “Scott, have you looked at my chart? I’ve been going through this shit for two years. I am many things, but I am not a baby. And how did my muscles get short? I stretch all the time.” “You obviously suck at stretching, and you are being a baby, so suck it up, Buttercup.” “Slave driver.” Smiling, he stretched her leg across her body to one side, pressing it down, and she felt the pull in her hip. Then he brought it perpendicular to the table and started pressing back, causing her to wince. It really did hurt, but truthfully, it hurt no matter what.
