“Give me a break. It’s been years since I ran like that.” My jelly-like legs confirmed my long break with cardio. The hint of a smile vanished. “Shit. I forgot how high-impact running is. It’s not good for chronic pain, is it?” The warmth in my veins melted into honey. Hell, everything melted. At this rate, they’d have to scrape me off the driveway with a spatula. “You looked up chronic pain?” A wash of dull red colored Asher’s cheekbones. “Out of curiosity, that’s all,” he said. “I didn’t know much about it, so I figured I should learn the basics. Obviously.”
