Chapter 67
- A few hours later, I was in the gym, working out with one of my clients and trying not to think of what happened earlier.
- “Come on, Teri.” I held the sparring mitts up. “One, two, one, elbow, knee, roundhouse.”
- She took a moment to catch her breath, then swung forward. The combination was repetitious, ten each side, her hits hitting in tandem with the blood pulsing through me.