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to him like that, he'd probably lose his head completely. There was a thought.
"We're going to do a warm-up first, right?" Claire took a sip of her tea and then nodded to the massive wooden door behind her. "Let's go this way. We can run on the beach."
"The weather's finally nice enough."
"You're telling me, sweetness. The winter's been so terrible that if it gets above seventy degrees today, I'm sunbathing topless. I don't even care."
Despite its size, Claire's home was warm. It looked like something out of those catalogues his tenant was always getting, the ones Jessie made him look through with her. Lots of sheer curtains and tile, area rugs and couches with different-colored throw pillows. It was nice, he had to admit. The furnishings, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the Atlantic. He could look at that all day, watch the sailboats glide across the water in the warmer weather.
Claire set her mug down on the black counter in the kitchen. Soapstone, but he only knew that because he'd remodeled the kitchen in the cottage before Jessie moved in. The old cabinets were flimsy, and he'd thought it was time for an upgrade. They'd gone shopping together and made a few weekends out of selecting white maple cabinets and picking a slab of gray granite. The end result had been better than he could've done alone. If it had been up to him, he would've walked into a store and pointed to the first cabinet and counter style he'd seen. He wasn't a shopper, but with Jessie, well. Things were more fun.
His pulse kicked. She was a great girl. And now she was single, which meant he could finally tell her how he felt. The thought sent sparks through his stomach. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Not like Quinn, whose confidence had been stoked by the attention of all the girls in school. No one in Archer Cove High School paid attention to a track star, no matter how many records he smashed. When the challenge involved something physical, he could achieve. But when the challenge was emotional, he became tongue-tied.
"We'll go through the solarium," Claire explained as she slid open a glass door. A rush of heat greeted them. "It gets so stuffy in here. But the plants love it, and it's nice to sit in here in the winter."
They exited into an English-style garden with multiple levels and followed a series of slate stairs down to the grass. Once there, they took a steep wooden staircase to the beach. "All right. We'll do a fifteen-minute run," Nate said. "You ready to start?"
She ran a hand through her chin-length red hair. "Let's do it."
They set off down the beach, close to the waves, where the sand was firm. There was nothing quite like running on the beach, and within a few minutes, his legs started to burn pleasantly. "You know, you've come a long way, Claire. You remember the first time we did this?"
"I thought I was going to pass out," she laughed. "Now I actually head out here alone sometimes. I have fewer back problems, too."
"That's good to hear." His focus with his clients was always on functional fitness: not building huge muscles necessarily, but making their bodies better at performing daily living tasks.
"I'm probably going to make you blush," she said, and eyed him sidelong. "Look at that. I didn't even say it yet!"
"Am I blushing?" Probably. He could only imagine what was about to come out of her mouth.
"Yes, you are. But I was going to say that you've made a difference in my life. Have you ever thought about opening your own place? Because if you ever decided to go that route, I'd invest in your business."
Nate focused on his breath and the pounding of his heart as he digested her words. "You'd invest in a gym?"
"Is that what you'd do, open up a gym?" She bobbed her head. "I think it would be fantastic, knowing what I know about you. Then clients could visit, and you wouldn't spend all of your time driving around to meet them. Look at you! Your face is all red."
"I'm trying to keep up with you,"
"We're going to do a warm-up first, right?" Claire took a sip of her tea and then nodded to the massive wooden door behind her. "Let's go this way. We can run on the beach."
"The weather's finally nice enough."
"You're telling me, sweetness. The winter's been so terrible that if it gets above seventy degrees today, I'm sunbathing topless. I don't even care."
Despite its size, Claire's home was warm. It looked like something out of those catalogues his tenant was always getting, the ones Jessie made him look through with her. Lots of sheer curtains and tile, area rugs and couches with different-colored throw pillows. It was nice, he had to admit. The furnishings, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the Atlantic. He could look at that all day, watch the sailboats glide across the water in the warmer weather.
Claire set her mug down on the black counter in the kitchen. Soapstone, but he only knew that because he'd remodeled the kitchen in the cottage before Jessie moved in. The old cabinets were flimsy, and he'd thought it was time for an upgrade. They'd gone shopping together and made a few weekends out of selecting white maple cabinets and picking a slab of gray granite. The end result had been better than he could've done alone. If it had been up to him, he would've walked into a store and pointed to the first cabinet and counter style he'd seen. He wasn't a shopper, but with Jessie, well. Things were more fun.
His pulse kicked. She was a great girl. And now she was single, which meant he could finally tell her how he felt. The thought sent sparks through his stomach. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Not like Quinn, whose confidence had been stoked by the attention of all the girls in school. No one in Archer Cove High School paid attention to a track star, no matter how many records he smashed. When the challenge involved something physical, he could achieve. But when the challenge was emotional, he became tongue-tied.
"We'll go through the solarium," Claire explained as she slid open a glass door. A rush of heat greeted them. "It gets so stuffy in here. But the plants love it, and it's nice to sit in here in the winter."
They exited into an English-style garden with multiple levels and followed a series of slate stairs down to the grass. Once there, they took a steep wooden staircase to the beach. "All right. We'll do a fifteen-minute run," Nate said. "You ready to start?"
She ran a hand through her chin-length red hair. "Let's do it."
They set off down the beach, close to the waves, where the sand was firm. There was nothing quite like running on the beach, and within a few minutes, his legs started to burn pleasantly. "You know, you've come a long way, Claire. You remember the first time we did this?"
"I thought I was going to pass out," she laughed. "Now I actually head out here alone sometimes. I have fewer back problems, too."
"That's good to hear." His focus with his clients was always on functional fitness: not building huge muscles necessarily, but making their bodies better at performing daily living tasks.
"I'm probably going to make you blush," she said, and eyed him sidelong. "Look at that. I didn't even say it yet!"
"Am I blushing?" Probably. He could only imagine what was about to come out of her mouth.
"Yes, you are. But I was going to say that you've made a difference in my life. Have you ever thought about opening your own place? Because if you ever decided to go that route, I'd invest in your business."
Nate focused on his breath and the pounding of his heart as he digested her words. "You'd invest in a gym?"
"Is that what you'd do, open up a gym?" She bobbed her head. "I think it would be fantastic, knowing what I know about you. Then clients could visit, and you wouldn't spend all of your time driving around to meet them. Look at you! Your face is all red."
"I'm trying to keep up with you,"
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