Kurt tapped a pen on the counter. “Speaking of which, I signed up a new member just before you arrived. A woman by the name of”—he glanced at a form lying on the desk—“Preslee Owens. She apparently lives here in Granite. Do you know her?”

“No, why? Did she ask for me personally?”

“Nope, I was just wondering. She didn’t list anyone as a referral on the form so I was trying to figure out how she’d heard about us. Thought it might be a good way to determine where to put our advertising dollars.”

“What advertising dollars?” Adam asked seriously. “It’s not like we have much in reserve to spend on marketing. Besides, everyone knows the best form of advertising is word of mouth. And that’s all we can afford right now.”

“True. But this woman found us and she wasn’t referred to us by anyone in particular. Or at least not anyone she wanted to admit to knowing. That’s why I figured she must know you.” Kurt offered him another grin.

Adam laughed. “She could’ve seen the sign out front as she drove past. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that we’re a gym and not an auto shop with the two huge dumbbells on the logo.”

Kurt shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”

Adam glanced in the direction he’d come from. Wait a minute. Were they talking about the pretty woman with the bright blue eyes who had just plowed into him? “Is that her over there on the stair-climber?”

Kurt nodded. “Yep. She came in alone.”

“What did you say her name was?”

“Preslee. Why? Does she look familiar?”

“Not really.” Adam watched her for a moment before his gaze lowered to her leg. He blinked. “Uh, why does she have a woman’s feminine product strapped to her knee? Is that supposed to be padding or is there some new trend going on that I haven’t heard about yet?”

Kurt chuckled. “Neither. It’s a bandage. She was bleeding a little.”

Adam’s eyes widened. “A little? Judging from the size of that bandage, she might as well have been bitten by a shark.”

Kurt laughed. “It was the only one I had. We apparently need to restock the first aid kit. I’ll pick up some more bandages on my way to work tomorrow. Our marketing fund should have enough money in it to cover them.”

“Doubtful,” Adam replied with a smirk.

He glanced back to Preslee and recalled how she nearly ran him down moments before. Then after walking past him, she had tripped over…well, nothing. Thankfully, she’d caught herself before hitting the ground. Although when she’d glanced back at him, Adam had pretended not to notice. But he’d noticed, all right. With her around, they might need a more comprehensive first aid kit. Or an EMT on hand.

He glanced back at her injured knee, and concern trickled through him. “What happened to her? Did she get hurt on a machine?”