And he hadn’t even really answered her question. His reply had only hinted that he might not have someone in his life. But he’d never actually confirmed it. As if she hadn’t heard that tired line before. It didn’t matter though. She already knew any guy with a body like Adam’s was way out of her league anyway.

Though, for a second there, Adam had been so overly friendly and encouraging that she’d almost thought he had been flirting with her. She’d even managed to convince herself that he’d casually sniffed her hair while standing behind her on the stair-climber earlier.

Now that she was away from him and had control of her faculties again, reality had come crashing back, bringing with it an unsettling realization. There was one huge problem with the whole Adam-flirting-with-her scenario that her mind had conjured up. The gorgeous guy was as fit as they come while she was…well, not.

Hard-bodied men like him probably don’t date women my size.

Sighing, she refocused her efforts and went over to try out one of the spin cycles against the wall. Surely she couldn’t screw that up or hurt herself on a stationary bike. Unless, of course, the darn thing broke off its stand and rolled her right out the front door…which, at this point, she almost hoped would happen. At least then she wouldn’t have to endure the other gym patrons staring at her anymore.

Preslee took stock of the entire building. Not counting her, there were still about a dozen people in the gym. Adam and Kurt. The two jerks in the back. A toned blond woman who was running on a treadmill as if it were a racetrack and she were a sleek Thoroughbred. And at least seven other buff males who were participating in various weight-lifting activities.

Not a single one of them had an ounce of fat on them that she could detect, and that alone made Preslee uncomfortable. She was completely out of her element and surrounded by fit individuals who looked more like dedicated athletes.

She clearly didn’t belong here, and they probably all felt sorry for her. Including Adam. He kept glancing back at her as if he was fascinated. Only not in a good way.

Either he was seriously concerned that she would injure herself in his gym and try to sue the pants off him—jeez, there she goes, trying to get his pants off—or he was keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn’t get stuck on another machine that required him to come to her rescue again.