“Yes.”
“For your penthouse.”
“Yes.”
She stared at him. “You don’t even use your own gym.”
“That seemed less relevant today than it did last week.”
She almost laughed despite herself, then stopped because the sound threatened tears. “Taylor, this is too much.”
He set the bag down on the counter. “No, it’s not enough. Enough would be going back eight months and making sure you never had to handle this alone.”
The words were so direct they left her defenseless for a moment.
He continued, quieter now. “I also called a nutritionist and a cardiology-oriented trainer Dr. Lee recommended. They’re not starting until you approve them, and if you hate either of them, they’re gone. I cleared my morning schedule for the next month. I can shift more if I need to.”
Maya blinked. “You cleared a month.”
“I own the company.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It is when people are afraid of disappointing me.”
She shook her head. “This is temporary. You’re reacting.”
“Probably.” He held her gaze. “I’m still doing it.”
The first week home was humiliating.
