26 MarianneMarianne slowly brought her leg back to the starting position.
With both feet on the ground, she turned her head to see the man who’d just commented on her one-legged cable kickback.
Of course, it was the weight lifter.
Up close, his eyes were reassuringly un-wild.
Brown and deep-set, they were his best feature, highlighted by the thick silvery hair and matching handlebar mustache.
“You must be feeling some pain yourself,” she retorted.
Her gaze flicked down, taking in the skin on his arms and legs. No visible tattoos. But this huge man had plenty of skin she couldn’t see. Was he hiding body art under his baggy T-shirt and shorts?
He’d taken off the leather belt and she spotted no sagging flesh.
Only muscle. Lots of muscle.
She reminded herself that he was strong enough
