44 MariannePerched on a zebra-striped chair, Marianne watched rain lash the condo’s two-story high windows.
Yawning happily, she sipped her morning coffee.
Last night, the temperature had dropped to only two degrees above freezing.
Outdoors, it was wet, windy, and cold.
Yesterday, she’d reached day eight in the brutal fourteen-day workout plan Hulk had created for her.
Today’s program called for two sessions of strength and endurance, beginning five minutes ago with outside running.
She hated that geeky lope-through-the-city bullshit.
A week ago, Hulk had insisted the best routes had all been cleared of snow.
Trying to be a good sport, she’d bundled up and trailed him through the slush.
Never again.
She’d told him that he’d be running alone unless their neighborhood offered clear
