Page 97 of If We Never Met

For the next twenty minutes, Grayson put him through a series of strength, flexibility, and range of motion moves, rotating his shoulder and arm in various directions. It took all of his inner strength not to ask questions during the assessment.

Finally, after Grayson finished making some notes in the chart, he looked back at him. "You're doing well."

"I hope you're going to elaborate."

"The results of your MRI are very good."

"What does that mean? Am I going to be able to pitch again?" It was really the only question he needed answered.

"There's a little more rehab work to be done, but you're on your way to a complete recovery."

"Seriously?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No limitations?"

"No. But I'd like you to finish the week of rehab here. After that, you can go back to Miami and work with your team's PT for several more weeks before you get back into the rotation. I'd aim for an early August return. I know that's still a month away, but I want you to go slow, so there aren't any setbacks. Can you do that?"

"Absolutely. This is great news."

"You've put in the work, Dante."

"Only after you put in the work. Thanks, Doc. You're giving me back my life."

"I'm glad I could help."

"You did more than that." He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he could leave Whisper Lake by the weekend. His excitement ebbed as he realized how much sooner he would have to say goodbye to Keira. His departure date had always loomed over them, but now it was even closer.

"How have you been enjoying Whisper Lake? Is Lizzie treating you right?" Grayson asked.

"This town is amazing, and your sister treats me better than my family."

"She always wanted to run an inn where she could be the hostess all the time."

"She's very good at it. How long are you staying?"

"Just until tomorrow morning. As you know, I had to reschedule a surgery for Thursday, so I can't spend the holiday here as I planned."

"Thanks for coming to check my progress."

"I had some other business as well, and it's always nice to see my siblings. I'm going to have dinner with them tonight." Grayson paused. "I would caution you to continue to be careful with any heavy lifting or extreme sports for another few weeks."

"No worries there."

"All right then. That's it."

"I can't quite believe it."

Grayson smiled. "You'll get there. Take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will. Thanks again." As he left the exam room, he pulled out his phone. He had so many people he wanted to call to share the good news. Keira was at the top of the list. But he hesitated. He didn't want to call or text her to tell her he would be leaving town a week early. They were getting together later tonight. He would tell her then.

However, he could tell Micah. He sent his brother a text as he headed toward the parking garage. When he stepped off the elevator, he was surprised to see Mark and a security guard standing by Mark's car.

As he got closer, he realized that there were long scratch marks on the side of the vehicle as well as the hood.

"What happened?" he asked.

Mark stiffened when he saw him. "Vandalism," he replied.

"Looks like someone keyed your car. Was your vehicle the only one hit?"

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