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That seemed to work. She’d barely felt the last three minutes.
    Yeah, right.
    As if Jay had nothing else to do but watch a chubster try to lose weight. She spurted a shot of water from her bottle onto her face to keep from staring at him. He looked too good. He always did these days.
    Perfectly toned and tan in an oversize basketball jersey and navy shorts. Every day she wondered what had taken her so long to notice him. If she hadn’t waited for so long, maybe, just maybe, she would have had a chance before.
    â€œThree miles. Big deal,” Leah panted as she grabbed the towel off the arm of the treadmill and swiped her face.
    â€œYeah, right. Look at you, Marion Jones.” Jay laughed. “Come on. You need more water before we lift.”
    Leah shook her head. “I’m not as much of a wuss as you, Little Miss Sunshine.”
    â€œâ€˜Pfft! What’s the matter, smart-ass, you don’t know any fuckin’ Shakespeare?’”
    â€œThe Departed.” Leah recognized the line immediately. Jay had forced Leah to watch that movie three times on opening weekend. Not that she’d minded. During the especially bloody scenes, she’d buried her face in Jay’s shoulder, pretending to be grossed out. It was a typical girl move, but, hey, she wanted to be a typical girl.
    They’d gone into the theater as friends and when they came out, Leah couldn’t stop thinking about Jay’s comforting hand on her knee.
    â€œYou’re good. You might even be better than me.” Jay smirked. “Either you have a great memory, or a hell of a lot of free time.”
    â€œBoth.” Leah grinned.
    â€œShows.”
    â€œSmart-ass.”
    What Leah loved most about Jay was he seemed to be the only person who really “got” her. He got her humor and her moods. He also got the fact that she didn’t act different around guys and girls. She was only comfortable with people when she was ribbing them, or being ribbed back.
    â€œThink you can keep up with me, princess?” Leah teased as she tucked her towel into the back of her shorts and stretched out her arms. “Don’t want you to break any nails.”
    Jay smirked as he led her to the weight corner. “Catch.” He tossed her a thirty-pound bar, which she caught easily. “Not bad,” he said, the admiration obvious in his voice.
    Now it was Leah’s turn to smirk. She flopped down onto a bench and lifted the bar high above her chest. “Don’t let this fall on me with your little girl arms.”
    Jay stood over her on the spotter position. “Go.”
    â€œOne. Two. Three. Four.” The bar started to get heavy after the fifth bench press.
    â€œCome on. Come on. You have five more to go.”
    Leah paused in mid-press, studying Jay’s face. She’d never noticed the five-o’clock shadow he got under his chin. It, like everything else about him, was exquisitely sexy.
    â€œWhat?” Jay squinted down at her.
    â€œDying.” Leah averted her eyes and lifted the weight as high as she could. “Eight. Nine. Ten. ”
    â€œFive more. Come on, babe.”
    â€œLiar,” Leah panted. “Cheat. Jackass.”
    â€œStop yer whining and move! So, uh, did you get to talk to Jennifer today? You guys are in English together, right?”
    â€œYeah.” Leah continued to lift, pretending to be too out of breath to continue the conversation.
    â€œYeah, you talked to her, or, yeah, you guys are in English together?”
    â€œEnglish together.” Leah sat up and lowered the bar. “I think I need a forty for my next set.”
    â€œYou going to talk to her for me, or do I have to make an ass out of myself in person?” Jay ignored her request and sat down beside her.
    â€œTomorrow,” Leah said, hoping the guilt wasn’t too obvious in her tone. She was a lousy liar. She had no intention of talking to Jennifer tomorrow, the day