“One-on-one sessions with Keelan Stone, skilled MMA fighter and one of the owners of Desert Stone Fitness. Hmm, I don’t know. You sound expensive,” I joked. He chuckled. “I wouldn’t charge you.” I shook my head. “I was kidding, Keelan. Of course you’re going to charge me. I would feel guilty not paying.” He shrugged. “You’re getting the girlfriend discount.” “I’m not your girlfriend.” “Want to be?” he asked with a charming smile. All I could do was blink. He laughed, shaking his head. “So adorable.”
