Chapter 2“Is that her?”
Summer let out an exasperated breath. Her co-worker and best friend Chelsea was peering over the front desk of the Fit-To-Go Gym and pointing at every last woman with dark hair who came in through the doors. Summer threaded her fingers over Chelsea’s hand and held her palm in place on the desk. “You can’t point. That’s rude.”
“The front of the desk is blocking me,” Chelsea said. “They can’t see. So is that her?”
Summer huffed. She loved Chelsea, she really did, but she also wanted to give her a silencer sometimes. Summer tried to be inconspicuous as she looked at the group of women who had come through the gym doors. They were all cute, in a nerd girl type of way, with dark bangs and narrow eyes, but none of them were Grace. “Nope, sorry.”
“Damn. This is going t
