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“Oh? Are you interested in getting some exercise?”
“Well, not to an extreme level,” Misha said. “But I have time now, and I wouldn’t mind trying to get into better shape.”
“Are you wanting me to help you out or just tell you where to go?”
“I’d hate to take up your time.”
Jay shrugged. “I work out anyway, so it wouldn’t be taking up my time.”
“What time of day do you work out?”
“I’m usually up early, but if I don’t get a workout in then, I’ll do it in the evening. When I’m coaching the team, I’ll work out in the afternoon with them. So I’m not really tied to a certain time of day. Anytime works.”
“If you’re sure,” Misha said. “I suppose I could hire a personal trainer.”
“There are trainers at the gym, if that’s what you’d prefer,” Jay told her. “But I don’t mind helping you out.”
“Okay. I’m gonna take you up on that.”
“When would you like to go?”
“Maybe tomorrow evening?” she suggested. “I should probably stick around for Mom and Ciara this evening. How late is the gym open?”
“Members have access twenty-four/seven.”
“But I’m not a member.”
“Don’t worry,” Jay assured her. “I know the owner. He won’t have a problem with you being there with me. If you decide to make regular use of the gym, you can become a member.”
Misha lifted a brow. “Uh… Do you not think I’m going to stick with it?”
Jay chuckled. “Will you try to prove me wrong if I say yes?”
“Hmm.” Misha narrowed her gaze at him. “Does this sort of manipulation work on your sisters?”
“If it did, they’d be at the gym every day.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see if it works on me,” she said. “In the meantime, I’ll be at the gym tomorrow evening.”
“I look forward to it.” And that wasn’t a word of a lie.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Misha stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of her bedroom door. What had she been thinking when she’d picked out these workout clothes at the store earlier? She definitely should have tried them on instead of just grabbing the items in her size.
There was no way she could wear these shorts and tank top. They fit her like a second skin, and she didn’t care for how tightly they clung to her curves. She’d inherited her curvy figure from her mom, and though she had no problem with that, she didn’t want to put it on display.
Going to her dresser, Misha opened a drawer and pulled out her loosest T-shirt and tugged it on over the tank top. She pulled on a pair of jeans over the fitted shorts, then left her room.
She’d thought it might be too late when she’d told Jay she couldn’t be at the gym until eight-thirty, but she didn’t want to leave until after she put Ciara to bed. He’d said it was fine, though, so now it was time to back up her words with actions.
“Have fun,” her mom said when Misha appeared in the living room. The humor sparkling in her eyes made Misha shake her head.
She wasn’t sure she’d consider itfunper se. Probably not the way Jay might consider it fun, anyway.
“I shouldn’t be out too late,” she said as she slid her feet into a pair of ankle boots. She had her runners in a small duffle bag to take with her. “Call me if you need me.”
“I won’t.”
