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to the manager at the Edge, she’d managed to hook me up with a job. It was enough to keep me busy and put some money back in my pocket while I figured out my next move.
    “Want to hit the gym with me tomorrow morning?” Theo offered. “I had a client cancel his training session, so I have an opening. No charge, and it’ll get you out of the house for awhile.”
    “You’re a trainer?” I was surprised. Theo’s logoed t-shirt was snug enough on his frame for me to recognize he worked out, but I didn’t realize he took it so seriously.
    He looked wounded. “Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
    “No. Well, maybe.” I squinted at him. “You’re just so nice.”
    “You can be nice and still get good results. But I can do mean too, if that’s how you like it.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
    “What time?” I asked, giggling at his face.
    “Seven.”
    “Seven?”
    “I’ll even take you to breakfast afterwards, my treat.”
    “Can we get Krispy Kreme?” I brightened.
    He looked confused, like the two couldn’t possibly go together. “Doughnuts? After a workout?”
    “What’s the point of burning all those calories if you can’t indulge a little?”
    “We’ll get doughnuts if you don’t wimp out during the session,” he countered.
    “Deal.”

    The next morning, I dressed carefully for my workout. Compression leggings to show off my legs, a new shockingly bright pink sports tank, and my hair pulled back in a perky ponytail. You could always count on cute guys being at the gym, Theo included. It wouldn’t hurt to look my best. I even swiped on some waterproof mascara before walking out the door.
    Theo was on the treadmill when I walked in, and he raised his eyebrows as he looked me up and down. “You here to look pretty or break a sweat?”
    “Can’t I do both?”
    “We’ll see, I guess,” he said. He looked like he was regretting the invite, but I could hang with the best of them. He’d figure that out soon enough.
    He stepped off the treadmill and used the bottom of his damp top to wipe the sweat off his brow. I got a quick peek at his abs. Better than I expected. He dropped his shirt and caught me looking, grinning at me.
    After filling up my water bottle at the water fountain and grabbing a towel, I was ready. We started with a one mile jog on the treadmill to warm up, and then he had me do a series of twisting lunges using the Bosu ball. Moving on to upper body, I swung a small kettle ball until my arms felt like jelly. I kept trying to glance around at the other guys in the free weight area, but Theo kept us on the mats in front of the mirrors on the other side of the gym. We’d run through several of the leg machines, and I suffered through squats holding a barbell on quads that were ready to collapse. I turned toward the mirror again, trying to check out the guy using the captain’s chair.
    Theo snapped his fingers in my face, jerking my attention back to him. “Sadie! What is going on with you? Yes, you look hot. Yes, the other guys are looking at your butt as you squat. Happy, now?”
    I flushed and stared straight ahead while I finished out my set, focusing on my form while he watched me. We switched to crunches on the decline bench until my abs screamed for surrender. Finally, he took mercy on me, and I sat on the mats, stretching out my legs and moaning.
    We didn’t talk much until we were settled at a table at Krispy Kreme, with hot coffees in hand and a small box of warm, freshly made doughnuts between us. Theo tilted back in his chair, studying me. “So,” he said. “What was all that about at the gym?”
    I looked at him, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
    He shot me a pointed look. “You were acting like you’ve never seen a guy flex before. You were practically drooling at one point.”
    Okay, I thought I had been a little more subtle than that. “It wasn’t that bad,” I protested.
    His lips quirked. “If you say so.”
    I studied the steam rising