“Figured I could warm up while you cool down.” Scuffing at the floor with his sneakered foot, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, his expression sheepish. “I usually work out with the team during the season or with one of my brothers during downtime.”

“That’s the difference between us, Daniel,” she said. “You’re a team player and I’m out for myself.” But she moved so he had room to stretch on the mat next to her.

“BS, Caitlin.” He did a few moves that looked more like yoga than anything else. “You’re on the relay team. Or is that another Caitlin Moonbell River?”

She glared at him. “M,” she gritted out. “We only ever say Caitlin M. River unless we wish to be decapitated.” Jacqueline had still been in love with Clive when she gave birth to Catie, hence the fact Catie had the hippiest middle name to ever hippie its way into the world.

“Do we?” A wild grin before he dropped to the floor to do push-ups. He was wearing a sleeveless gray tee, but she could see the fluidity of the muscles moving in his back, the curves of power in his biceps, the way his thighs and calves were tightly, heavily muscled.

Jeez, Catie, snap out of it. This is Danny.

Clenching her jaw, she continued with her cooldown but couldn’t stop from asking, “Your tat finished?” All four brothers had tattoos that celebrated Samoan culture. Though Gabriel and Sailor hadn’t been born into it, Joseph was the man they called Dad, and they wore their tattoos with pride. As the youngest, Danny had been the final one to start the ink, and last she knew, it was still in progress.

“Yeah, it’s done. Wanna see?” Bouncing back to his feet with the ease of an athlete at the top of his game, he pulled up the edge of his workout shorts to reveal one superbly muscled thigh circled by an intricate tattoo that had been done piece by precise piece. Dots and angles and lines that formed a one-of-a-kind piece of art.

Catie found herself reaching out to touch, snatched back her hand before he could realize what she was doing. She’d never live down petting Danny’s thigh. “Your uncle does amazing work.”

“Right?” He beamed and dropped the edge of the shorts before she got her fill. “Worth every bit of pain. I’ve been talking to him and Dad about getting more ink down the road.” He touched his upper chest. “Maybe on one of my pecs.”

As he went back down to the floor to finish his push-ups, Catie took a deep breath and told herself she was losing it. Because she’d been checking Danny out. Ugh, this whole abnormal situation was obviously getting to her. She’d have to keep on top of herself not to give in to the fake dating thing and start to think it was real.