Imogen was about to agree that was the wise thing to do when she glanced toward the front door and completely lost her rhythm on the treadmill. Ty was standing in the doorway with a gym bag in one hand, a cell phone in the other. “Oh, damn,” she managed to say before her feet lost the fight to stay ahead of the machine and she went flying backward on the belt.

In a split second she was on the floor on her backside, stunned from the impact, and totally mortified. Before she could even think to force her uncoordinated limbs to jump to her feet, hands were under her armpits hauling her to her feet. A glance over her shoulder showed a guy Imogen found vaguely familiar pulling her up.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. Just embarrassed.”

He gave her a grin. “Don’t worry about it. Happens to the best of us. I sneezed once and wound up with free weights on my chest. That didn’t feel too good.”

“I imagine not.” Imogen tried to focus on the man in front of her and not glance over to see if Ty had noticed her graceless spill onto the gym floor. “Have we met?” she asked him as she took in his caramel hair, broad shoulders, and crooked smile. He looked very familiar. “Are you a driver?”

His friendly expression went wary and she realized her mistake. He was going to assume she had known all along he was a driver and that she had taken a dive on the treadmill right when he walked past in order to get his attention. But she was actually positive she had met him before, she just couldn’t place his face. And not that he would know it, but she couldn’t imagine herself ever taking a fall just to get someone’s attention. It went against everything in her to risk personal injury or to start a relationship on a false pretense.

“Yeah, I’m a driver. Evan Monroe.” He was moving back from her, clearly intending to leave before she could trap him for the next half hour gushing over him, or whatever he thought she was intending.

But Imogen smiled. “Oh, duh, of course you’re Evan. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you right away as Elec’s brother. I’m Imogen Wilson, Tamara’s colleague at the university. I met you at Elec and Tamara’s wedding.”

His face cleared. “Oh, sure. Good to see you again. Did you just join this gym, or do we just never work out at the same time?”

“I just joined in a vain attempt to improve my overall physical condition. I have zero coordination, as I just demonstrated for you.”

“You look in pretty good shape to me.” Evan smiled.

Imogen shifted in her gym shoes. She recognized that smile. It was interest.

This was an unexpected turn of events.

“And there’s something different about you,” he added. “You got new glasses since the wedding, didn’t you?”

She had.