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Julia Quinn had a lot of strengths, butwas not one of them Actually, it often s”

She tried to focus on her current patient’s liver-spotted hand, settling it into the paraffin wax bath for the third dip, but across the convalescent ho as her therapy center, the whir of treadmills slowed

“Less chatting, ,” she called to her other patients without looking up fro, slow, consistent steps”

“Slave driver,” Kit, a spry ninety-two-year-old, chided over her shoulder

“I know it’s difficult to tell the difference between ood-natured tone, “but I’m not an NBA star”

Julia grinned at the arthritic eighty-eight-year-old, his knees twice the size of his s “Which makes you far more pleasant to ith”

“That’s debatable,” Mabel teased, a s her thin lips as she studied her waxy hand

Julia glanced at Burt and Tony sitting on balance balls near the floor-to-ceiling s, using their feet to push they San Francisco day closed in around traffic along the city’s uys”

The two older men obeyed, and Julia scanned the roo what they should be doing, the way they should be doing it, then dipped Mabel’s hand again, holding the tedious monotony at bay

As a premier physical therapist—correction, former premier physical therapist—to the world’s most elite athletes, Julia had spent the last four years of her career focusing on every movement of one supremely fit and driven competitor at a ti nurse-year-olds far more interested in bowel movements than limb function

Clara, one of Sunrise Manor’s registered nurses, stopped beside the table, frowning down at the thrift-store crockpot Julia had fashioned into a paraffin bath “What in the Sam Hill have you concocted there?”

Julia forced a careless s substandard equipenuity is the ht?”