Before I can say another word, my breath catches in my chest. Oh my god . . . “Hey, Karlsson!” O’Sullivan calls with a wave. “Get over here. Meet the new intern.” I can hardly believe it as my sidewalk savior locks eyes with me across the gym. He recognizes me immediately. His gaze dips past my face to my new T-shirt. He’s wearing a different shirt too. He crosses the gym over to us. “Karlsson, meet the new PT intern,” says O’Sullivan. “This is—” “Teddy,” Henrik finishes for him. Then he holds out his hand. “We’ve met.”
