Chapter 5I tried to work out two or three days a week. I made a point of getting to the gym at seven A.M. so I’d have plenty of time to do my routines, shower, and get to work. I went early on Saturdays, too, just to beat the crowd.
One Saturday morning I noticed Chave MacPherson as I moved from one piece of equipment to another, but he was in the middle of a set of crunches, so all I did was smile and nod. I didn’t see him again until I went into the shower room. He was already there.
The previous times I’d seen him he’d been in a suit. Naked and wet he looked fantastic. His hair, normally a sort of strawberry blond, looked darker because it was wet, almost auburn. He had a light coating of hair on his chest, the usual treasure trail which led down to a bush that looked as if he kept it
