I replaced the spray nozzle and headed toward my office. Sierra might plot her revenge all day, but she wouldn't break the truce. "I have a pair of athletic shorts in my gym bag."
"You don't belong to a gym," she mumbled behind me.
"No, but I do like to go for runs a few times a week and I'm less likely to skip it if I have workout clothes on hand."
"You'rerunning?" she asked.
"No need to sound so shocked. Thirty is a couple of years away and my metabolism isn't what it used to be."
"Oh, put a sock in it. I've gained nearly ten pounds this year."
Considering Sierra looked like a 1950's pin-up, those pounds were in all the right places.
"You could start going with me, if you wanted," I offered.
"If you ever see me running, you'd better haul ass because it means I'm being chased by a zombie or an axe murderer."
I laughed. "So that's a no?"
"That's ahell no."
I unlocked my office and unzipped my gym bag, which hung on a hook by the door. I left it there, reasoning that I'd be more likely to use it if it was in my line of sight when I was sitting at my desk, reminding me that I hadn't exercised that day. It usually worked too.
Sierra took the shorts from me and sighed. "At least they're stretchy."
She marched down the hall toward the bathroom and disappeared inside.
Once the door closed, my phone chimed again. I pulled it out of my pocket and read the message.
HBA: I don't know where you got that idea. ; ) but it's a date.
Of course it wasn't a real date, but that didn't stop the ridiculous surge of excitement that spread through my limbs.
I couldn't stop myself from replying.
See you next week.:)
His answer came within seconds.
HBA: Not if I see you first.
