Thirty minutes later, they were back at her apartment. Wyatt had given her ten minutes to change into workout clothes, leggings and a sports bra under a loose tank top, while he'd done the same, swapping his jeans for athletic shorts and a fitted T-shirt that showed off every muscle he possessed.

Which was a lot of muscle.

Lauren tried not to stare as they climbed back into his truck. Tried not to notice the way the fabric stretched across his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Tried not to ...