Her feet were screaming at her, she felt like her lungs were going to collapse, her quads felt like they were made of jelly, and her mood had not improved any. Apparently, Rob’s idea of a “hike” was actually an Iron Man death march up the side of a mountain where he took off like an Olympian and left her behind, wheezing and puffing and almost falling to her death. And to make things even better, he had heckled her the entire time, calling her slow and out of shape. The man had actually asked her if she wanted to eat dinner with him afterward. Even if she hadn’t felt like throwing up from overexertion, she would have told him to cram it up his you-know-what. He’d continued to tease her all the way home, thinking, she imagined, that he was funny. She wanted to kick him where it counted. At times, Rob could be witty and charming. Those times were redeeming and were why she continued to keep him around. Other times, he was just a jackass. After flopping down on her sofa, she yanked off her hiking boots and flung them across the room in frustration.
