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slim, and very blond.” Without another word, the woman who had been ogling Sam sauntered down the corridor. Meg glanced back through the window. Pain filled her chest. Sam wouldn’t cheat on her, would he? Maybe it was before they got together. Their relationship was still very new. Everyone in the class looked so toned and fit. Perhaps she should exercise and try to be more like the women he spent all day with. Sam seemed to enjoy working out and it wouldn’t kill her to make an effort, she hoped.
    Meg wandered back toward reception and followed the sign to the ladies’ gym. She might be about to make a fool of herself, and she preferred Maud not witness her performance. A gym without men would be of no interest to the old lady.
    Her heart hit the floor when she walked in to discover Sam’s dark haired fan running up a sweat on a treadmill. The gym was packed, but when the woman on the treadmill gave her a smile of recognition, Meg had no choice but to exercise. She couldn’t let her think she was intimidated. Her new friend slowed her machine and patted the one next to her.
    “Jump on, don’t be shy.”
    Meg climbed on board. An array of buttons on the console bemused her.
    “I’m Claudia. I guess you’re new to exercise.”
    Hmm, Meg wasn’t sure what that meant exactly. Was she saying Meg looked fat? It was the damn sweatshirt. She might be a little voluptuous but then who wouldn’t appear that way next to Miss Body Beautiful?
    “Meg.” She prodded wildly at the buttons in the hope something would happen. “I’m just not used to a treadmill. I prefer to run around the streets. Feel the rush of the wind in my hair, asphalt beneath my feet.” The machine lurched into action, and Meg grabbed the sides and started to walk briskly.
    Claudia reached over and pressed a button. “I guess this will be more your speed then if you usually run.”
    Meg scrambled to move her feet faster as the machine powered up. Claudia was barely even sweating and she was running just as fast. Panting for air, Meg fought to keep her legs moving in time. Maybe if she imagined something at the front of the machine worth chasing she wouldn’t feel the burn quite so much. Ice cream, chocolate with warm fudge topping. Momentarily distracted, she started to slide back on the running pad and fought to catch up before she fell off the end. Ice cream was a bad idea. She pounded faster and reached for the control panel and the big button that said “stop,” but no matter how fast she ran it was out of her reach.
    With a smarmy grin, Claudia reached over and hit the speed button twice sending Meg into a frenzy of action. She needed to stop. Her legs were turning to jelly. Her lungs ached as she dragged in one torturous breath after another. Claudia’s machine ground to a stop and she stepped off.
    “Nice meeting you.”
    “Wai—wai—” before Meg could pant out a whole word her toned torturer disappeared out the door and Meg was positive she heard her laugh. Now what the fuck was she going to do?

Chapter Eight
    Sam climbed to his feet and thanked the class before bending to collect his towel and water bottle. He glanced at the space beyond the window where he had spotted Meg, or at least it looked like Meg. The room emptied and he made his way toward the door, eager to see if she was waiting for him.
    The last woman he wanted to see halted his progress. Crazy Claudia had already driven one trainer away with her inability to take no for an answer. He sucked in his stomach and slid between her and the doorframe, but didn’t escape her running a finger down his arm.
    “Hi, Sam. How’s your girlfriend?”
    He frowned. As far as he knew, she’d never met Meg. He sure as hell had never introduced them, and Meg rarely came to the gym. She had other ways of burning off calories—his favorite being in his bed, or in his reclining chair, or the kitchen table, the top of the washing machine, the shower. Hell, if they ever got some time