Chapter 20
“You’re a witch!”
Jo burst out laughing and completely lost her rhythm on the rowing machine. Her legs stretched at full extension, but her hands lost the handle which retracted with a sharp snap. Without the tension of the rower handle, it was hard to sit back up.
Angelo leaned over and placed a warm, solid palm on the center of her back and provided the leverage for her to sit easily upright.
She looked up at him standing beside her, a towel over his shoulder. They’d missed each other for three days in a row. First she hadn’t gone to the gym, then he hadn’t. She’d drifted by the restaurant on her way through the lunchtime Market, but the long lines told her not to risk disturbing him. At night, all she was doing was working crazy hours, then plummeting into bed.
Now they
