She leaned back, fanning herself, “Be still my heart.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Promises, promises,” she giggled.
Hold on, he wanted to tell her, it might get rocky.
* * *
Giennie’s Gym
November 10
8:00 p.m.
“Jab, jab, jab, cross, knee, kick,” Sally yelled in time with the music.
Emma followed the instructions, but her thoughts were pinging all over the place.
“And here’s the finale,” Sally called when the music transitioned. “High, low, high, low …”
Punches, twists, turns, pushing her muscles to the point of exhaustion and then … the cool down and the feeling of euphoria as her endorphins kicked in. Emma loved that high, and with her busy schedule hated she hadn’t been able to experience it more often. But as she stretched, allowing her heart rate to lower, she realize
