“On Livy’s behalf,” I said at the same time that Theo added, “I’m writing a paper on art history.”
I bit my lip as Theo flicked a glare in my direction.
She melded our lies together. “I’m writing a paper on art history,andLivy is working on a multimedia project. We were hoping Minnie could give us some ideas.”
Yolanda’s gaze slid to Jemma.
“I’m just along for the ride,” my bestie said with a smile.
Yolanda stared at the three of us for another two seconds before speaking again. “She’s at the gym. She won’t be home until this evening.”
“Emersyn’s thinking of joining a gym,” Jemma piped up.
“I am?”
My friend discreetly jabbed an elbow into my ribs.
“Yes,” I amended quickly. “I am.”
“Which gym does Minnie use?” Jemma asked.
Yolanda’s eye twitched. “Ultimate Beast.”
Jemma nudged my arm. “I’ve heard good things. You should try it, Emersyn.”
“Ha!” I cut off my burst of laughter and tried to adopt a serious expression. “Right. Maybe I will.”
“Thanks, Yolanda,” Theo said.
Yolanda appraised us with her brown eyes once again before shutting the door.
“So, I guess we wait till this evening to talk to Minnie,” I said as we headed for the elevator.
“Where’s your sense of urgency?” Theo asked. “Do you want to end up in jail?”
“Minnie’s not here,” I reminded her.
“So go to her.” She said it like it was the most obvious idea in the world.
To me, it seemed like a flawed plan. “Wouldn’t it be weird for me to track her down at her gym and start grilling her?”
“Not if it seems like you’re there for another reason,” Jemma said, earning a nod from Theo.
“What reason would I possibly have for showing up at a gym called Ultimate Beast?” I asked as we reached the elevator.
Jemma and Theo exchanged a look before fixing their eyes on me.
“Oh, no. No way!” I crossed my arms over my chest, taking a firm stand. “I am absolutely not going to work out at Ultimate Beast.”
Unleash Your Inner Beast Mode!
The slogan plastered across the front window of the fitness center practically screamed at me as I stood on the sidewalk staring at the gym’s façade.
“This is a bad idea,” I said to Jemma.
She took me by the elbow and dragged me toward the gym’s front door. “Get a move on. Mrs. Nagy can only babysit Livy for another two hours.”
“But how can you work out with me when you don’t have any gear?”
