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Trying to change both. However, when it comes to you, Presley, I have my eyes wide open and I like what I see, too. Good night.
    Holy shit!
    Prez: Good night, Jude.
    I slept peacefully.

Chapter Six
 
Jude
It was finally Friday. Out the door early and to the gym in fifteen minutes. Omaha was an easy city to get around in. Similar to Des Moines, but with better grid-patterned streets. I was really starting to like this town. As well as other things.
    I was curious how things would be between Presley and me. Last night’s light text-flirting, where I thought she admitted she liked my junk, and when our bodies touched at the art place was … interesting, and I was interested in learning more about her. There was something strong about Presley Bradenhurst and something equally as vulnerable about her. She was a puzzle of sorts. I love puzzles.
    Sitting at the desk filing paperwork, I sat up straight when Presley came rolling in. In flat shoes, her head fit right under my chin, as I’d found out on Wednesday night. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, like a black whip down her back, swishing side to side when she walked.
    I left my long hair down this morning to dry. I was thinking about it the other night. Why so long? Mainly because I got lazy in college and let it grow, then girls started telling me the Jarod Leto-style looked good. So I left it that way. I’d thought about cutting it off—it could be hot during the summer and a bitch to take care of some days—but I didn’t.
    Just admit it. You’re too fucking lazy to change it.
                  “Hi, Jude,” Presley greeted me as she walked by to the stretching area.
    I walked toward her, admiring the view.
    You need to remain professional.
    “Good morning, Presley. How are you today?”
    “I’m good, a little tired. Stayed up too late reading and chatting by text with someone.” She smirked and plopped onto the blue mat to grab her ankle for a calf and thigh stretch.
    “That’s too bad. I have new isometrics and a routine change-up planned for today. Do I need to bring the intensity down a notch?”
    “Nope. Bring it on.” She glanced up through her lashes and added, “Plus, someone promised to make me sweat.”
    Damn, she’s being kind of playful today.
    “I’ll do my best.”
    She stood and completed a ten-second stretch of her graceful neck. “I’m ready for this day to get started so tonight can get here.”
    “Big plans?”
    Please don’t say you have a date.
    She stretched her arms. “Girls’ night out.”
    I started stretching, too. Not sure why. I’d already stretched. But it seemed weird to just stand and watch her.
    “What about you, Jude?”
    I really didn’t want to tell her about the Emerson thing. “I have a second job bartending. I work tonight and tomorrow night.”
    Presley’s face contorted. “Is there another new trainer working here?”
    “Not that I know of. Why? Am I not doing a good job and you’re ready to move on already?”
    Stretching out her back, Presley twisted at the waist. “No!” She cringed at how loud she had said the word, and lowered her voice. “No reason. Anyway, you mean you work a third job? I’m assuming you get paid for…”—she lowered her voice to a whisper—“modeling.”
    Couldn’t help but smile. “It’s actually a favor to my brother’s—” I tried to come up with what Yori was to him. She might not be a girlfriend, but she was definitely more than a friend. “—my brother’s tenant’s sister.”
    That was jacked up!
    “Your instructor, Simi,” I added quickly.
    Presley beamed. “I love Simi. She’s so talented.”
    I nodded. I’d only seen a couple pieces of her art, and I wasn’t an art aficionado by any means, but they looked good to me. Presley’s sketch was awesome.
    Wonder if she decided on a copy?
    “Okay, all stretched?”
    Presley leaned over to grab her water bottle and the view was … oh, thank God I used her mental image in the