metabolism, maybe burn off that huge honking brownie shed eaten last night.
She headed up front to check out the class schedules, mopping her face and neck with a towel, still trying to catch her breath after doing four sets of power squats. She rounded the corner, squinted at the front desk. Lori was leaning all the way across, smiling like a goon at some guy, flexing her biceps
Wait . Wait just a damn minutethat could not be him! What the hell was going on? What sort of freaky cosmic disturbance was rearranging her reality? She hadnt had time to check her horoscope this morning, but she was pretty sure it didnt say some British guy would keep popping up like a jack-in-the-box everywhere she went!
But it was him, all right, having a lovely little chat with Lori. And then he turned slightly to pick up his gym bag and saw Rachel at the exact moment she realized she was staring at him. He opened his mouth; she turned abruptly
Rachel?
Crap . This was really just too much. It was all Dagnes doing, she was certain. Shed probably screwed up the spell so this guy was only going to see her when she was in some humiliating circumstance, like sweating. Or stuffing brownies into her face.
Rachel! he said, smiling.
She tried not to look at the clingy gym pants he was wearing, but he was the kind of man it was hard to ignore in that regard. Oh! Hi, Flynn!
Youre popping up all over, arent you! he exclaimed cheerfully, forgetting, it seemed, that he was the one doing the popping. Youre a member, are you?
Man, he was builtshe could make out a broad chest beneath his T-shirt. He was trim, but muscular. Yeah, she said carefully, and folded her arms, wincing a little as she silently thanked herself for choosing to wear these ridiculously shorty shorts that showcased her blubbery legs. And to add insult to injury, he was looking at them.
This is smashingwe could have a bit of a run, if youre up for it.
Ah, no, no I was just leaving! she said, selfconsciously poking some wild hair behind her ears.
Oh, he said, and he seemed, remarkably, disappointed as he lifted his gaze from her chunky legs to her face.
Anyway, I dont really run.
Dont you?
No, no she said, but was momentarily stymied by the glimpse of hair on his chest beneath his T-shirt, and thought that shed really like a better look. But certainly not badly enough to actually try to run next to him, which prompted her to blurt, Its really too complicated. Complicated ? Oh Jesus.
What, the treadmill? Ill show you if you like.
No, not that , she said, as if that was a perfectly ridiculous suggestion. I mean the, ah, workout schedules.
He looked confused.
So was she. You know I have to watch my ketones, that sort of thing, she said, and wished she could crawl into a hole, for she had no idea what she was saying.
Oh. Right you are. Ketones, he said.
Okay, so have a good workout! she said brightly, and punched him collegially on the shoulder as she took a step toward the ladies room. But he put his hand on her sweaty arm, and she instantly swiped at his hand with her towel.
Beg your pardon.
No, not at all, its just that ah, were you going to say something?
Actually, he said with a charmingly lopsided smile, I was going to say that you have some crackin legs, if you dont mind.
She had what? What ?
What I mean by thattheyre fantastic, he clarified with another knee-rattling grin.
Fantastic? He thought her legs were fantastic ? Oh. Well, she said, peering down to have a look. Yeah, I work at it, she lied, and looked up, saw the glimmer in his eyes. Okay! Really gotta go! Nice seeing you! she said, and made a long jump into the ladies locker room before he could stop her.
Her heart was racing a million miles a minute.
She stood just inside, trying to catch her breath. She could feel every inch of her skin his gaze had touched, like little bee stings. One thing was certain. She was definitely doing more squats tomorrow.
Rachel showered and dressed in black slacks and a
She headed up front to check out the class schedules, mopping her face and neck with a towel, still trying to catch her breath after doing four sets of power squats. She rounded the corner, squinted at the front desk. Lori was leaning all the way across, smiling like a goon at some guy, flexing her biceps
Wait . Wait just a damn minutethat could not be him! What the hell was going on? What sort of freaky cosmic disturbance was rearranging her reality? She hadnt had time to check her horoscope this morning, but she was pretty sure it didnt say some British guy would keep popping up like a jack-in-the-box everywhere she went!
But it was him, all right, having a lovely little chat with Lori. And then he turned slightly to pick up his gym bag and saw Rachel at the exact moment she realized she was staring at him. He opened his mouth; she turned abruptly
Rachel?
Crap . This was really just too much. It was all Dagnes doing, she was certain. Shed probably screwed up the spell so this guy was only going to see her when she was in some humiliating circumstance, like sweating. Or stuffing brownies into her face.
Rachel! he said, smiling.
She tried not to look at the clingy gym pants he was wearing, but he was the kind of man it was hard to ignore in that regard. Oh! Hi, Flynn!
Youre popping up all over, arent you! he exclaimed cheerfully, forgetting, it seemed, that he was the one doing the popping. Youre a member, are you?
Man, he was builtshe could make out a broad chest beneath his T-shirt. He was trim, but muscular. Yeah, she said carefully, and folded her arms, wincing a little as she silently thanked herself for choosing to wear these ridiculously shorty shorts that showcased her blubbery legs. And to add insult to injury, he was looking at them.
This is smashingwe could have a bit of a run, if youre up for it.
Ah, no, no I was just leaving! she said, selfconsciously poking some wild hair behind her ears.
Oh, he said, and he seemed, remarkably, disappointed as he lifted his gaze from her chunky legs to her face.
Anyway, I dont really run.
Dont you?
No, no she said, but was momentarily stymied by the glimpse of hair on his chest beneath his T-shirt, and thought that shed really like a better look. But certainly not badly enough to actually try to run next to him, which prompted her to blurt, Its really too complicated. Complicated ? Oh Jesus.
What, the treadmill? Ill show you if you like.
No, not that , she said, as if that was a perfectly ridiculous suggestion. I mean the, ah, workout schedules.
He looked confused.
So was she. You know I have to watch my ketones, that sort of thing, she said, and wished she could crawl into a hole, for she had no idea what she was saying.
Oh. Right you are. Ketones, he said.
Okay, so have a good workout! she said brightly, and punched him collegially on the shoulder as she took a step toward the ladies room. But he put his hand on her sweaty arm, and she instantly swiped at his hand with her towel.
Beg your pardon.
No, not at all, its just that ah, were you going to say something?
Actually, he said with a charmingly lopsided smile, I was going to say that you have some crackin legs, if you dont mind.
She had what? What ?
What I mean by thattheyre fantastic, he clarified with another knee-rattling grin.
Fantastic? He thought her legs were fantastic ? Oh. Well, she said, peering down to have a look. Yeah, I work at it, she lied, and looked up, saw the glimmer in his eyes. Okay! Really gotta go! Nice seeing you! she said, and made a long jump into the ladies locker room before he could stop her.
Her heart was racing a million miles a minute.
She stood just inside, trying to catch her breath. She could feel every inch of her skin his gaze had touched, like little bee stings. One thing was certain. She was definitely doing more squats tomorrow.
Rachel showered and dressed in black slacks and a
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