He hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her exquisite cheekbones or her full lips. He remembered the way those lips had curved upward in a triumphant grin and how she’d sauntered from the table, her head held high after tearing that Craig guy apart. She’d worn her hair in thick braids that day. He liked it now but kinda missed the braids.

Someone had posted a link to her workouts on YouTube in the comments section of the video from the sushi restaurant, and Jamar had immediately watched every one. From one athlete to another, he understood the discipline it took to reach that level of fitness. That was when he realized, if he had to choose between pursuing her as a potential hookup or his potential kick-ass fitness trainer, there was only one option.

Still, it was damn hard not to stare.

“Sorry about that,” she said as she approached the food truck. “I had an emergency call from a client.”

“Not a problem,” Jamar said. “It’s good to know you’re always on call.”

“Being on call costs extra.”

“Again, not a problem. As I was saying at the park—”

“Nah-uh.” She cut him off. “Smoothie first, then we talk.” She walked up to the window and tapped on it before the person inside had a chance to slide it open. “Hi, can I get the super fruit blend with extra acai berries and two scoops of whey? And add a banana to it.” She turned to Jamar. “You want something?”

Jamar shook his head and gestured for the guy to go ahead with her smoothie.

She turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest, giving him another of those head-to-toe looks that made Jamar want to flex his abs and puff out his chest.

“So how exactly did I get on your radar?” she asked.

Before he could answer, the window on the food truck opened and the guy called out, “Super fruit smoothie with extra acai, whey, and a banana.”

As Jamar handed the smoothie truck operator a twenty, he saw the guy’s eyes light up. He braced himself for what he knew would follow.

“Hey, you’re Diesel Dixon, right?” The guy angled his lanky frame out the window, extending his hand to Jamar’s. “How’s it going, man? Damn, I miss seeing you in burnt orange and white.”

“Yeah, I miss those days too,” Jamar said, because that’s what he was expected to say in situations like this. He waved the guy off when he tried to hand him change from the twenty.

“Thanks, Diesel,” the guy said before sliding the window closed.

Taylor looked from him to the truck and then back again. She pointed at the truck. “Okay, what was that all about? Who’s Diesel?”

“I’ll explain everything after you agree to work with me,” Jamar said.