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coming Wednesday evening?”
     
    “ Callum? Yes. He'll be there. I believe he's familiar with Mr. Radmacker.”
     
    “ I'll bet. Don't suppose you fancy dinner?” asked Dylan tentatively.
     
    “ Yes, please. It's nice to have an old friend who knows me to chat with, but I can't tonight. We could go Wednesday after the exhibition”
     
    “ That's great. What have you planned this evening?” Dylan forced his voice to be as casual as possible.
     
    “ I forgot how big the portions are here and how big my appetite is when I'm comfort-eating. There's a gym close to where I live. I thought I'd sign up to stop me ballooning while I delight in my fast food nation.”
     
    “ Wouldn't it make sense to eat now and work out later?”
     
    “ Don't tempt me, Dylan. You of all people should know how difficult food is for me. Seriously I would, but I've got my gym induction. You know how risk assessment is these days. I've been working out at gyms since I left school in England, but whenever you join a new one, no matter how much experience you have, they like to introduce you to every piece of equipment there.”
     
    “ Health and safety,” said Dylan relaxing at the reason behind her refusal to join him for a meal.
     
    “ Anyway, I have my session booked and paid for tonight. My personal trainer will tailor an exercise routine to my body's needs and wants. You never know, I might meet the man of dreams there.”
     
    “ You and a gym-bunny? Come on Susan, is that you?”
     
    “ Of course not.”
     
    Watching Dylan rise from his chair, Susan followed suit.
     
    “ Let's blow this joint. We'll meet Wednesday and immerse ourselves in serious culture, but for now you can share a cab with me if you're done for the day,” she said, linking arms to forcibly remove him from the office.
     

CHAPTER 5
     
     
     
    Susan was inwardly dreading the gym session. She'd never gotten over the trauma of joining when she was fat. It was as if only thin people were welcome to work out. The only way for fat people to become slim was to use a gym. It was a catch twenty-two. She knew she'd never be thin and she knew she had to regularly exercise to keep her figure. Aware it was a necessary evil, she had to bite the bullet and go through with it.
     
    The health club was expensive and exclusive. Attached to rich apartments in Broadway and within walking distance of her own flat, it was convenient and the clientele was as expected. The personal trainer was formal and friendly, but left Susan cold in respect of developing a new crush. He was far too beefy for her taste. Dylan was right: overly pumped men that had more brawn than brains weren't for her.
     
    However clichéd, if everyone had the same taste it would be a boring old world, thought Susan. That her trainer was Neolithic and had difficulty stringing a sentence together didn't mean he was devoid of a heart of gold, or unable to offer the right woman a fairytale ending. He just wasn't for her.
     
    Satisfied she comprehended how the machinery operated and having scrawled an exercise plan allegedly tailored to her fitness levels, Susan signed off on her membership form for processing. Alone, she was left to make use of the gym facilities without supervision.
     
    Strangely, she recognized him right away from behind and it wasn't because he had a perfectly muscular ass, although the black training shorts certainly drew attention to it and his sleeveless shirt uncovered bulging biceps. It was something more than his body that had Susan stealthily surveying the gym, ninja-like, to confirm her suspicion.
     
    Oh my God, he's still beautiful, she thought.
     
    Rupert Locke-Smythe. He was talking to a girl on the treadmill. She was five foot eight and of Asian descent. Her body was tall and slender. Even now, after all these years, Susan knew she couldn’t compete with the likes of her – especially not where Rupert was concerned. Darting past a row of ski machines, she walked past the