What. Was. Wrong. With. Me?
I pulled myself together, shaking off thoughts of how Clark might get his heart rate up when he’s not in the gym.
I cleared my throat, scolding myself internally for my thoughts. “I get it. But I promise you, you are doing a lot as far as conditioning. It’s still very early into training. We will slowly bring back cardio after a few weeks. You have to trust me on this.”
“I trust you, Weeze.”
There was something sweet and vulnerable in his words.
“Thank you. I know how much you want to get back to running, so I’ll let you know as soon as I think you’re ready. But when it happens, we are going to start slow.”
“Slow is not really my thing,” he said.
“Then I guess we won’t run for a while longer.”
“Fine. I’ll start slow.” He smiled, his eyes locked with mine with this ridiculously sexy smile on his face.
My mouth went dry. There was just something about this man.
Time to put some space there again.
“Okay, I’m going to go finish my drink and head home.”
“Yeah, I’m heading home, too. Have a good night. Be safe.” He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“For you to get your ass back inside. I’m not leaving you standing out here.”
I tipped my head back in laughter. “Good night, Hotshot.”
“See you Monday, Weeze.” He didn’t move. He actually waited until I pulled the door open and looked over my shoulder.
His eyes were still on me.
And maybe it was the alcohol coursing through my veins.
But I liked it.
seven
. . .
Clark
“It’s beentwo and a half weeks,” I said, as she massaged the area around my knee.
“Have you always been a stubborn ass? Or do you do this just with me?”
I barked out a laugh. “According to my mother, I was born this way.”
“Clark.”
“Eloise,” he mimicked my serious tone.
I rolled my eyes. “One more week, and you and I will run a mile together. Slowly.”
“I don’t think you can keep up with me.”
