in his expression, so she added, ‘And Dean Martin. Nonno’s favourite. He taught me all the famous songs when I was tiny—“That’s Amore”, “Volare” and “Sway”.’ Just in case Jared had any intention of mocking that, she said, ‘And, actually, it’s great stuff to salsa to. It’s not old-fashioned at all.’
‘Nonno?’ he asked, looking confused.
‘My grandfather in Milan. My mum is Italian,’ she said.
‘That explains it.’
‘Explains what?’ She narrowed her eyes at him.
‘Why I thought you were a bit like a pampered Mediterranean princess when I first met you.’ Then he looked really horrified, as if he hadn’t meant to say that.
‘A pampered princess,’ she said, and glowered at him. ‘You think I’m spoiled?’
He stretched out a foot and prodded the floor next to the mats. ‘Ah. The floor’s obviously not going to open up and swallow me.’
It amused her, though at the same time she was a bit annoyed at what he was implying. ‘Princess,’ she said again in disgust.
‘Hey. You called me Herod,’ he pointed out.
‘That was an autocorrect thing on my phone, and it wasn’t meant for you in any case. You know what they say about eavesdroppers hearing no good of themselves,’ she said loftily.
‘You didn’t actually take it back, though,’ he reminded her.
‘No, I didn’t—I do think you have tyrant tendencies,’ she said, ‘given how you wouldn’t even listen to what Archie or I said about the project.’ She paused. ‘And the fact that you could dismiss me as princessy just now, when you barely even know me. That’s definitely Herod-like behaviour.’
‘I think,’ he said, ‘we just got back onto the wrong foot with each other—and this morning’s meant to be about listening to each other’s point of view and finding a bit of common ground.’
He had a point. Maybe she should cut him some slack. ‘So you’re actually going to listen to what I say? And you’ll admit that you were wrong about Travis?’
‘Possibly wrong,’ he corrected. ‘That injury might still have happened to one of the other players—one who was performing around his normal average on your charts.’
It was much less likely, she thought. But at least he was admitting the possibility that he was wrong. That was a start. ‘What about the yoga?’ she challenged.
‘No. I’m not convinced. At all,’ he said.
‘So you think yoga is easy?’
‘It’s simple stretching.’
Remembering the conversation she’d had with Joni, Bailey smiled. ‘Right. So we can finish this session with a bit of yoga, then.’
He rolled his eyes, but muttered, ‘If you must.’
When they’d finished the weights routine, she said, ‘Yoga will be the cool down and stretch. Have you ever done any before?’
He stared at her. ‘Do I look as if I do yoga?’
‘Actually, there are a couple of men in our class. They recognise the importance of flexibility training as part of a balanced exercise programme,’ she pointed out. ‘But OK. I’ll talk you through the poses.’ First, she talked him through the downward dog. She noticed that he seemed reasonably flexible, and she was impressed that he managed both the warrior pose and the tree without any difficulty. He had a strong core, then.
‘So far, so easy?’ she asked.
‘I can tell which muscle groups each one works,’ he said.
‘Good. Now for the plank,’ she said, and showed him the position. She moved so she could see the clock. ‘And we’ll start in five. Hold it for as long as you can.’ She counted them down, then they both assumed the position.
Jared managed to hold it for a minute before he flopped.
Bailey took it to three—even though that was pushing it, for her—just to make the point.
It looked effortless, though Jared could see Bailey’s arms just beginning to shake and he knew that her muscles were right on the verge of giving in. But, when she stopped the pose, he knew he was going to have to be gracious about it—especially given that her performance had been so much better than his.
‘OK,’ he said, ‘I admit that was hard. And clearly you’ve done that particular one a lot.’
She grinned. ‘I have. That one usually shuts people up when they say yoga’s an easy option. Though, actually, you did well. A lot of people cave after twenty seconds, or even before that.’
He appreciated the compliment, particularly as it sounded genuine and as if she was trying to meet him halfway.
‘So you do a lot of yoga?’ he asked.
‘Every Monday night with my best friend. Any decent training regime needs flexibility work as well as resistance and cardio.’
He agreed with that. ‘So what do you do for cardio?’
She actually blushed.
And he started to have all kinds of seriously impure thoughts about her. He really wished he hadn’t started this discussion. The fact that she’d blushed meant she must be thinking something similar. So the attraction was mutual, then? Heat zinged through him. If she felt the same pull, what did that mean?
Then again, he didn’t want to get involved with anyone. Sasha had hurt him badly—not just with the affair, but the bit she’d really lied to him about—and Jared wasn’t sure he was ready to trust again.
‘Cardio. I like dance-based classes,’ she said. ‘Also there’s a salsa night at a local club. I quite often go to that. I like the music, and the dancing’s fun. I’m a great believer in endorphins.’
For a moment Jared thought she was going to challenge him to go with her—and he wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed when she didn’t. He’d hated clubbing with Sasha in any case; a salsa club was probably just as much of a meat market as any other kind of dance club, and that didn’t really appeal to him. Though the idea of dancing with Bailey Randall, up close, hot and sweaty, with her body pressed against his …
Focus, he told himself. Work, not sex.
‘I assume you run?’ she asked.
‘Intervals,’ he said, ‘and rowing—it’s more effective than hamster-wheel cardio. No offence to your warm-up today, because that was fine—it’s just that it would bore me stupid if it lasted for more than ten minutes, even with a decent playlist to keep me going.’
‘Each to their own,’ she said. ‘I don’t mind doing a whole session on the elliptical if I have a good playlist. There are programmes on the machine that change the resistance and make it a bit more interesting.’
He just grimaced.
‘So, rowing, hmm? That would explain your biceps.’
And then she blushed again.
Now he was really intrigued. She liked his biceps?
Well, he liked the muscles in her back. They had beautiful definition. And he really, really wanted to touch them. No. More than that. He wanted to kiss his way down her spine.
‘Would that be proper rowing on a river, or machine?’ she asked.
‘Machine,’ he admitted.
‘And I assume you’re careful with your knee.’
‘I’m wearing a knee support under my tracksuit pants,’ he said. ‘I’m hardly going to nag my players about looking after themselves properly