“Does this hurt?” I murmur, dropping to one knee as I glance up at him. “No.” I switch to the other knee and don’t see or feel any difference. I do a few standard range of motion tests on both knees and he doesn’t seem to be in any pain. “On a scale of 1-10, how bad was your pain out on the ice?” “Six.” I glance up again. “And now?” “Three.” I raise a brow. “And what’s your resting level of pain in these knees?” His blue eyes flash but he conceals whatever he’s thinking. “Three,” he mutters. “I’m fine.”
