Her chest, stomach, and back were soaking wet, too. She’d been on the treadmill for nearly fifty minutes, power walking at a speed of 4.7 miles per hour, and she’d never felt better. Her brain had released a huge amount of endorphins, and she absolutely loved this feeling. There was only one other form of activity that could compare to this kind of natural high—that being sex—and it was the reason she worked out so religiously. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t felt this good since yesterday morning, the last time she and Michael had made love. They’d awakened bright and early, pleasured each other one last time, and then gotten dressed and headed to the airport in separate cars. They’d even taken different flights as a precaution, even though they’d both flown back to O’Hare. Charlotte glanced at the number of calories and carbohydrates she’d burned, watched the last five minutes of The Young and the Restless, and then thought about Curtis. He’d slept in the guest bedroom again, of course, but when he’d come into their room this morning, he’d taken a shower, shaved, and gotten dressed, and he’d seemed very pleasant.
