The air was fresh, the evening breeze cool and the night electric, enhanced by Lindsey’s tipsiness and Rich’s proximity. Simply being seen with him made her feel sexy. It was thrilling, borrowing a taste of his spotlight. She unlocked the foyer’s front door. “Hang up here a sec,” he said. “I’ll make sure the coast’s clear.” “Good thinking.” There wasn’t anything seedy about their actual plans, but they were decidedly strange. She didn’t relish explaining to Mercer or some other trainer. “Clear,” he called, and Lindsey headed for the steps, excitement spiking. She kicked off her flats at the base of the stairs. Rich rummaged in the equipment closet, returning with the cotton tape and gloves. Lindsey remembered how to do the wrapping—she’d practiced at home with a pair of tights, nerdily enough. She secured her gloves and got into position in front of the nearest bag.
