He pounced to his feet. “Ready to roll?” he asked.
“Ready to...” But he was already on route to the door, so she went with him.
“I’ll get changed and take you home. Grab your stuff and I’ll meet you in the garage.” He paused and seemed to reconsider this. “I’ll shower in the gym. You can wait for me in there.” That was a preferable option, as she would probably get lost again if she went off on her own.
The next set of doors he took her through led to a fully equipped gym. He sat her on a bench and disappeared through a swing door, which she guessed was where the showers were because six minutes later he came out washed and ready to leave.
She’d tried not to think about how detached he was acting toward her because she’d assumed he was maintaining his masculine façade in front of his u
