CHAPTER 15
I MAY HAVE been slightly tipsy by the time I wobbled out of the lounge, stuffed with pizza and ice cream and wine, but after we’d watched a dodgy sci-fi movie with such bad CGI we laughed the whole way through, at least Joe was smiling again. And when I’d changed the batteries on my Rabbit and turned the TV up for ten minutes to cover the noise, so was I.
“Sleep well?” Joe asked the next morning.
“Mmm.”
“Ready to hit the gym?”
“What?”
“Our deal, remember? The personal training part? I made smoothies.”
Too late, I noticed he was wearing his shorts and one of those little vests that showed off his chest muscles. “Could we start tomorrow?”
“What kind of trainer would I be if I let you skip out on the first session?”
“My kind of trainer?”
He folded his arms and stared at m
