#Chapter 07 Doesn't he want his jacket back?

“I don’t know,” I said as I turned the card around in my hands. “I’m going to have to think about it.”

Barnett merely stared at me, so I kept rambling.

“I’m not as confident about sharing and social media as Lily is. Besides, I’m just some newly divorced fat girl. Who’s going to want to watch me work out?”

“First of all, you are not fat. Second of all, you never know about the whole social media thing. I bet there are all sorts of people who will want to watch you.”

I cringed, thinking for a second about the kinds of perverts Barnett might be thinking about. Peter immediately came to mind. I almost gagged at the thought of him watching my ass while I stretched.

Barnett rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“I don’t mean that kind of person,” he said. “I mean people like you—divorced, looking to get healthy, a little more down on themselves than they should be.”

He tried to meet my eyes, but I refused to return his gaze.

“You know,” he continued, “the ones with the hot girls inside just waitin