The gym was massive, with walls lined in mirrors and machines that resembled steel rods, clanking and humming softly as morning life awakened them. The lights weren't harsh—they glowed in warm tones, with sunlight pouring through the windows, glinting off the mats and the metallic surfaces of the equipment. The air already swirled with the scent of sweat, tension, and expectation. Today wasn't just another day—it was a day to prove something.
Sloane was already standing in the corner of the gym when Lennox walked in. And he saw her instantly.
She wasn't wearing a lab coat. She wasn't holding a tablet or carrying folders. There was no stethoscope around her neck.
Today, she was a coach.
And a woman.
In perfect balance.
The dark grey outfit he'd seen in the photo—high-waisted leggings
