I step onto the mats and pause several feet away. “I’m really sorry about your dad. I know that sounds kinda lame, but I mean it. I know what it’s like.”
She nods easily. “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m sorry you lost yours, too. It sucks when the good ones die young.”
“Yeah, it really does.” I step forward and close the space between us. It’s almost time to go back to real life. Time to leave this room. Catching her hand as she makes a loop around the bag at the end of the row, I pull her toward me until our chests bump together.
She lets out a nervous breath and looks up into my eyes, but I don’t kiss her mouth. I want to. I want to taste and savor and keep and covet, but I don’t. I don’t trust myself to stop, so I simply pull her forward and press my lips to the center of her forehead. “Thanks for sharing with me today. I mean it. I’m so happy I found you again.”
Her hands come to my hips, but her eyes remain low. “Bobby…”
“Come on.” I step back and take her hand. “Let’s get you guys signed up. Then I’ll finally,finallyhave your phone number.”
She smiles at my dramatics. That’s better.