Eric sat up on his weight bench and used a ragged gray towel to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Good grief, she must think he was a complete idiot. He should have invited her out for a drink, or in for coffee, or something. He lay back down and began another set of presses. The "or something" was the problem though. He hadn't invited her in because he hadn't trusted himself to be alone with her in his house. There were just too many handy horizontal surfaces.

After half an ...