In the short time Spencer and Peyton had been in Hope’s Crossing, it seemed as if everything had been in constant tumult. Sprained ankles, new exciting projects, intense kisses that left her aching for something she couldn’t have. The throbbing in her ankle had subsided to a manageable level and by Saturday morning, she was more than ready to return to some aerobic exercise. Dr. Harris gave her the go-ahead three days earlier to put weight on it again. The pain had subsided considerably. She had even tolerated standing up for a couple hours at a time yesterday at work. Before that, she had been forced to be creative with her workout, focusing on upper body weights and exercises that strengthened her noninjured leg. It gave her a great deal of appreciation for adaptive sports programs. Twice that week, she had gone swimming at the recreation center early in the morning and had been grateful each time that she didn’t run into Spence.
