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back.”
    “Maybe,” s he said. “But I think I’ll stick to exercising at home where I can’t make a complete ass out of myself.” She closed her eyes as she remembered how stupid she probably looked when she knocked herself out. Gyms didn’t have video cameras did they? If she saw herself on, ‘World ’s M ost B one - head V ideos’ someday she’d have to drive her car off a cliff.
    “It was just one of those things. Nothing major.” Yeah right! “It’s really Adele’s fault. If she’d taught you correctly none of this would have ever happened. All you need is a good teacher.”
    “No, what I need is a miracle.” He frowned, s e t the knife on the counter , and joined her at the table. He took her hand in his and rubbed it gently. “I’m a mess,” she said.
    “Tell you what. You come back to the gym and I’ll train you personally.” She shook her head but he continued. “You can drench me with water or puke on me whenever you please.”
    “You ’ r e sweet, but you heard Stacy ; I’m an accident waiting to happen.”
    “So , I’ll wear a hard hat and up my insurance policy.” She smiled and he added, “And I’ll wear a cup.” The thought of him in a hard hat made her dizzy. Or maybe it was his lack of shirt. Or the pain pills. Probably all of the above.
    “Okay,” she said finally. She’d tell him ‘ no ’ later, when she could do it on the phone.
    He smiled. “That’s my girl.” He removed his hand and went back to preparing the salad.
    Had he just called her his girl? Maybe now would be a good time to tell him she was married to…what’s his name? Oh yeah , Ted. She was a horrible wife. Give her an orgasm, a blow to the head , and a muscled hunk shirtless in her kitchen and she couldn’t even remember her husband’s name. If she wasn’t going to hell already she just got a first class ticket.
    The sound of the front door closing drew her out of her thoughts and she half expected it to be the grim reaper. It was Ted. Close enough.
    She heard him drop the keys on the coffee table and head downstairs to the basement. No ‘ H oney , I’m home’ or nothing. Jerk. She bet Tom said ‘Honey , I’m home’ when he went home. Probably wearing a hard hat and no shirt. She needed more ice. Thank God she was a woman and didn’t have the equipment that showed arousal like a man did. Or like some men did. Ted should have an “Out of O rder” sign hung on his. God knows he never used it. With her anyways.
    “Was that the door?” Tom asked.
    “Huh?”
    “Did someone just come in?”
    “Oh, y eah, t hat was Ted.” The Jerk!
    “Ted?”
    “My…” Before she could finish Ted walked in the kitchen and began throwing ingredients on the counter for his protein shake as if having a half-naked man preparing a salad in his kitchen happened every day.
    “What’s for dinner?” Ted asked.
    “Uh.” Megan looked at Ted incredulously. He was worried about dinner? Hello! Earth to Ted, there’s a strange man in the friggin’ kitchen. “I don’t really feel like cooking tonight. Maybe we’ll just do sandwiches.”
    “I hate sandwiches , Megan . Y ou know that. I want…” He looked at Tom, “Who’s he?”
    “That’s Tom.” Megan supplied. Tom offered his hand.
    “Oh , ” was all Ted said as he put the ingredients back, got water instead , and started out of the room like he was interrupting them. Megan felt a flood of anger.
    “OH? ! ” she yelled. Tom leaned against the fridge , curious. “That’s all you have to say is ‘ OH ’ ? You come home and find a man in our kitchen shirtless , making a salad for your wife, who was knocked unconscious today by the way, and all you can freaking say is ‘ OH ’ ? Do you even wonder why he’s not wearing a shirt or why his hair is wet?” She crossed the kitchen to Ted and poked him in the chest with her finger. “Huh ? Do you?”
    “Okay , Megan , w hy is his hair wet? Why is he missing his shirt?” His tone was sarcastic