Coop watched her from the doorway for a minute as she bent over to look into the refrigerator twice before she turned and looked at him. Today she was dressed in a royal blue running shirt and bright yellow bike shorts. What he wouldn’t give to be her seat. Sitting down quickly he hoped she hadn’t noticed that he was stiff as a board, and he didn’t mean his leg. “Where you off to at…” He glanced at his watch. “Fuck. Four in the morning?” He had never been up this early in his life unless it was before he had gotten to bed. “You can’t possibly be going running again. I thought your brother told you to stay off that knee for a few days.” “And I told you to stay out of my way. I’m a grown woman and, believe it or not, I don’t have to listen to my brother anymore. Hell, I never listened to him when I—” “I’m going with you.” He might have laughed at the expression on her face if he wasn’t so sure she’d hurt him. “I need to start exercising my leg again.
