Chapter Two
Olivia tried not to laugh at the sight of Jake’s face when they walked into Sonny’s Gym and the stench of male sweat and dirty socks assaulted them. Sonny’s was hard-core, focused entirely on boxing. Nothing but punching bags, free weights, a boxing ring, and a few ancient treadmills, along with a pile of dirty towels overflowing a hamper on the way to the locker room.
Some days, she was the only woman working out with the punching bags, but today two others were already practicing their jabs. Both of them took note of Jake; she noticed them look his way, then look again. Jake wasn’t much like the guys who hung out here at Sonny’s. He was plenty fit—tall and muscular—he didn’t ooze aggression and testosterone like most of the boxers here.
Jake was more of a playful charmer.
