CHAPTER NINE
Ilse frowned at the small, painted sign in the window of the flat, single-story gym occupying most of the center strip mall.
The windows were clean, but the sign was practically hidden. Jade Fitness clearly wasn't interested in advertising.
And yet, as they pulled to a halt, parked, and Ilse stepped out into the parking lot, she glimpsed many gym-goers through the large windows, moving on fitness machines or using the workout benches in the back near the rows of mirrors. She could hear the faint whir of the nearest elliptical and treadmills even through the window.
Sawyer didn't seem to care about any of it—his eyes were down, his hat low as he moved towards the rotating doors of the gym.
Ilse fell into step as well, keeping quiet as she did. Sawyer had preferred to pass
