At eight that night, as Cam sank down into the big chair in the living room, she involuntarily let out a sigh of pain.
“Sore?” Maggie asked from her seat on the couch.
“Battered. I ache in places I didn’t know I had,” she answered, letting her head fall back.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Maggie smiled. “It’ll get worse. How are you handling today?”
Cam looked at her for a moment. “So far, Michael’s just been testing me on what I already know. We haven’t started any new stuff yet. A lot of push-ups and crunches and running on the sand, my calves are killing me.”
“What about Charlie?”
“Skill number one. I don’t trust him. This afternoon, we got to skills four, five, and six: Don’t divulge information that isn’t asked for, Keep your ears open, and stay in control.”
Maggie raised an eyebrow
