In the corner near the terrace doors, a treadmill had appeared.
Maya turned slowly. “What did you do?”
Taylor took the hospital bag from her hand. “I made room.”
“This is… ridiculous.”
“It’s a start.”
“You bought a treadmill.”
“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.”
