I leave the gym, the glasses back on, my gaze straight, looking forward. Okay, not that forward. I surreptitiously glance around for Matt, and I see him finishing benching with David, pumping some serious poundage from the number of plates on each side of the barbell. I’m not the only woman who’s checking him out. He lifts his head as though he feels my gaze, and our eyes meet. My mouth dries, my cheeks going red again.
