“For the record, I’m a catch,” she said. “But that’s beside the point. Listen, if people think we’re dating, we won’t be confined to your home gym anymore.” She put her hands up. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s the coolest home gym I’ve ever seen in my life, but I love getting outdoors too. We wouldn’t have to hide out if people think you’ve just tagged along on workouts because I’m your girlfriend.”

“I thought that was exactly what you were trying to avoid, having potential customers assume that I’m only working with you because I’m your boyfriend?”

“I know.” She sighed. “I didn’t say this was ideal, but it’s the best solution I can come up with. If I could travel back in time and not open my big mouth to that Mooney guy, I would. But that’s not happening. And, you know what? If I’m able to prove to people that I’m so damn good that I can get a guy with a busted knee back into the NFL, it won’t matter if they believe we’re dating.”

Taylor slapped her hand to her forehead. “Oh. My. God. Come on, Taylor Renee! Why didn’t you see this before?”

“You’re addressing yourself in the third person, and that kind of shit always scares me,” Jamar said. “What should you have seen before?”

“We can be the new IG power couple!” she said. She laughed at his confounded expression. “Do you spend even a second on Instagram? Because, if you do, you would know that the power couples rule Fitnessgram.”

“Are you even speaking English right now?”

“Keep up, Twenty-Three. You’re younger than I am; you should know this lingo.” She snapped her fingers. “I need something to write on.” Taylor walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of mail and a pen. “We need to put together a game plan,” she said, returning to the sofa. She turned the envelope vertical and wrote game plan at the top.

“The a is backwards.”

She looked over at him. “Huh?”

He lifted the envelope from her hand and pointed to it. “The a. You wrote it backwards in both game and plan.”

“It’s only because I was writing too fast. Now, let me finish this.” She snatched the envelope from his hands and made a list of bullet points. Once done, she turned to him, unable to stanch the smile that curled up her lips. “So this is freaking brilliant.”

“You want to share?” he asked, holding out his hand.