Adam laughed. “I’m not going to lose. In fact, I’m going to go talk to Preslee about training her right now.” He cast a glance around the room, searching for her. “Uh, where did she go?”

Kurt smirked with a glint of humor twinkling in his eyes.

“What?”

He shrugged. “While you were taking your sweet time in deciding whether or not you were going to take me up on the bet, she walked out the front door. And I should probably mention that I saw her throw her membership card in the trash on the way out. Good luck with that.”

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Preslee arrived home from the gym and tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter with a huff. Then her mind drifted back to her fast exit from the gym, and out of annoyance, she smacked herself in the forehead. Not only had she quit the gym, but on a frustrated whim, she’d thrown her membership card in the trash on the way out the door.

She hated admitting, even to herself, that she may have acted a little hastily. Okay, fine. A lot hastily. But she had gotten into her own head and had allowed doubt to creep in. Instead of thinking clearly and logically, she’d let raw emotions dictate her mindset and then acted accordingly…and impulsively. In her defense though, when she’d walked out those gym doors, she’d thought for sure that it would be for the last time.

But how was she supposed to lose weight if she didn’t exercise?

Preslee sighed. She didn’t know the answer to that question. Nor did she care to figure it out. After a long, exhausting day at work and then the added pressure of trying and failing to start a workout regimen, she was physically and mentally wiped. All she wanted to do now was soak in a hot bath and then head to bed. But first she needed to check her messages to make sure her father hadn’t called.

He’d taken a bad spill off the top of a storeroom ladder a few weeks ago and had broken his wrist so badly that he’d needed surgery to repair the damage. That left him with pins in his wrist to fuse the bone back together, plus a splint that he was required to wear for up to ten weeks, and he was now unable to lift anything that required the use of two hands. Therefore, he sometimes needed assistance with basic, mundane tasks that most able-bodied people took for granted.