Kurt’s eyebrow rose, probably from Adam using her first name in a familiar way, but he didn’t comment on it. “She did. But while the waiver is ironclad and she won’t be able to sue you, it still wouldn’t look good to potential clients if someone got hurt here. You know how fast word travels in small towns. And we want to promote a safe workout environment, right?”

“Of course,” Adam agreed, glancing across the room at Preslee again. “But she’s not the type of client I normally work with. All of the people I train are bodybuilders or fitness models who are trying to build muscle. All of them are here to gain weight.”

“Exactly. You’re known locally as the personal trainer with the most intense workouts and rigorous bodybuilding sessions around. That’s why we get only those types coming into the gym.” Excitement lit Kurt’s eyes. “But what if you were also known for something else? Something that could possibly draw in a lot of new gym members?”

“What do you mean?” Adam asked, not quite understanding where his friend was going.

Kurt gestured to Preslee. “The stair-climber incident speaks volumes. Lord knows she’s going to need someone to guide her. At least until she gets the hang of things. Losing weight is hard enough, but it’s even harder when you don’t have a good support system in place and someone to help keep you accountable and working toward a goal. You could do that for her. And with her vlogging about it…Well, like I said earlier, word travels fast.”

The idea struck a chord with Adam, and he realized exactly what had been missing from his gym all along. People like her. Non-bodybuilder types who needed a safe, unbiased place to meet their own personal fitness goals. Hell, Kurt was right. Preslee was just what he needed to draw a different crowd into the gym and make it the success he always knew it could be.

But there was one big problem. The woman was pretty as all get-out. Adam didn’t hesitate with his answer. “No. It’s a good idea, but that plan won’t work. Not with her. We’ll have to figure something else out. I can’t train her.”

Kurt tilted his head. “Why? Because you’re planning to give her some personal training of your own…in the bedroom?”

Adam crossed his arms and glared at his friend. “Of course not. Why would you even ask me something like that?”

“Two reasons. One, because you’ve barely taken your eyes off her ever since you came back over here. And two, because you don’t date clients. If you’re training her, it would be hands-off all the way. We both know that.”