The early October morning nipped at any bare flesh Gabriella had, which was easy to find in the cropped tank top and capris leggings she had adorned for today’s workout training. It was a perfect set of workout clothes for summer, or for her home state of California, but at this moment, she was pretty much convinced she had picked the wrong thing to wear. Longingly, she eyed the windbreaker she had recently discarded following a five mile run that Ezra had started training with as part of the warm-ups.
After having not been involved in work-outs and training since April when she was evidently abducted, this first run had her overheating and panting like crazy, downing water bottles as if they were going out of style, by the time they were done. As she held her hips, sucking air
