Chapter 17

Beck met me at the front door with a pitiful excuse for a swimsuit in hand. She led me to the first bedroom downstairs, the same one I'd stayed in last night, to change. I hadn't expected her to flop down onto the bed that someone had made since I was last here, while I stripped, but I figured this would be good practice for the real thing. My shirt came over my head, and I shimmied out of my shorts and panties. When I dropped my bra on the pile at my feet, she sat straight up. I might be thirty-nine, but I worked hard to keep my body in the shape of a twenty-five-year-old. Other than wine, I didn't partake of any indulgences-including carbs. And I ran every morning...well, except this morning because I was otherwise preoccupied, but any other morning, I didn't go anywhere until I logged five miles on the pavement.

"Damn, Giselle."

She had a girlfriend, and I didn't need her to elaborate. There was a difference in women who were naturally slender, which Beck was, and women like m