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weights, they were cool. Never once had he had to deal with the press before, during or after a workout. And right now he needed to sweat. To push his body to its limits and clear his head.
    He kicked the treadmill up a couple of more notchesand increased his running speed. His heart responded with the appropriate rise in beats per minute.
    The newest CD from his favorite worship band blasted in his ears through headphones, upbeat music lifting his spirits and setting his mind on things above. Soon he became lost in the rhythm of the music and his own body’s rhythm as he pounded out mile after mile on the soft surface.
    You’re with me on the mountaintop
    When my world comes full stop.
    With me in the darkest times,
    With me when the sun shines bright.
    I know Your hand is guiding me
    In trusting You I find release.
    Matthew swallowed down the lump in his throat. Trust had been difficult. He couldn’t see where the rest of his life could possibly go. It would be nearly impossible to practice law again any time soon. Too many people knew him. Politics were out of the question—at least until Jamie was grown, and by then, it would most likely be too late.
    He supposed he could move to a quiet little town in a different state and start a bookstore or a café or something.
    I know Your hand is guiding me.
    In trusting You, I find release.
    I want to trust You, Lord. But I can’t see what You possibly have planned for me.
    He might have continued the prayer, but movement caught his attention through the mirror in front of the treadmill. A woman entered the workout room. Everyeye in the place followed her as she glided to a cross-training machine. Matthew’s throat went dry. She looked so much like…
    Just then she looked around and spotted him. Her eyes went wide with surprise. Matthew nearly stumbled. To avoid falling flat on his face, he peeled his eyes away from Raven and turned his attention back to the treadmill for just a second to slow to a walk and then a stop. He grabbed a towel and swiped at the sweat streaming from his face, neck and arms as he walked toward her. Not exactly the impression he wanted to make on Raven Mahoney after fifteen years.
    Her lips curved into a gorgeous smile that did more aerobically for his heart than the last four miles on the treadmill.
    “Matthew,” she said breathlessly. “You still work out here?”
    Ignoring the twinge of suspicion niggling through his mind, Matthew took her proffered hand, wishing he didn’t reek of sweat so that he could pull her to him and bury his face in the silky strands of her hair.
    “You know me. This is the only place I can get a decent workout. Luckily the press hasn’t gotten wind of it yet.”
    Her expression clouded.
    “I didn’t mean you.” He smiled.
    Relief crossed her features and she smiled back, flashing teeth that were just a little more perfect than he remembered.
    “So what have you been up to?” he asked.
    “Oh, I just got back from my sister’s wedding in Rolla.”
    “Which one?”
    Raven smiled. “Denni. Keri married her childhood sweetheart a year ago.”
    “So you’re the only unmarried Mahoney girl left?”
    She shrugged and her nostrils flared a little the way they did when she was trying to pretend she wasn’t irritated. “I guess so.”
    “You didn’t have to be.” Matthew could have kicked himself. Now why had he gone there? Her expression hardened.
    “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
    “Don’t worry about it, Matt. You want to show me how this thing works?” She indicated the cross trainer machine. Clearly the subject was closed.
    “How about if I take you to dinner instead?”
    “What about my workout?”
    He leaned in. “Between you and me, I think you can afford to skip it.”
    Pink crawled to her cheeks, charming Matt. So the self-assured reporter still had trouble taking compliments.
    “What do you say?” he pressed.
    She narrowed her gaze and studied him as if trying to gauge his motives.