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what I’d kept in the box in the years since she gave it to me. And why I wanted to hide this one thing away from everyone else.
With the box in my possession, I breathed out a sigh of relief and skipped lightly down the steps, sneaking out the front door before anyone even realized I’d gone up there.
The night air was warm and fragrant as I walked out to my car. The box went into the passenger seat, and for a moment, I studied it like I wasn’t sure what it was or how it got there.
My thumb traced the heavy circle of gold where the key, taped to the bottom of the box in a sandwich bag, would slide into place. With my luck, the thing had rusted shut, and I’d go the rest of my life knowing my teenage self could never fully get rid of the evidence of my crush on Aiden Hennessy.
Maybe I’d burn the whole damn box in that case.
Just as the thought crossed my mind and I realized how freaking crazy it made me sound, my phone started buzzing. When I pulled it out, I didn’t recognize the number on the screen, but it looked familiar enough that I answered.
“Hello?”
“I’m looking for Isabel Ward,” an unfamiliar male voice said.
“Can I ask who’s calling?”
He paused. “Yeah, this is Carl from Punch Fitness. Is this Isabel?”
I pursed my lips for a second. Punch was one of our biggest competitors. We’d never had a bad relationship with them, per se; we just ran a different style of gym. And not once, in all my years of working for Amy, had the owner ever reached out to me.
“It is. How can I help you, Carl?”
“I don’t really know how to say this any other way than bluntly, but I heard about your shift in ownership, and I’m wondering if you’re looking for a change.”
My head reared back. “You want to hire me?”
He laughed at my incredulous tone. “Yeah.”
“You don’t even know me,” I pointed out.
“I don’t, but I’m aware of your reputation. You seem like someone who doesn’t tolerate bullshit, and I like that. So I won’t beat around the bush. We’ve had enough overlap in members in the past five years that I’ve heard about you. And everything I’ve heard is good, even if it’s bad.”
If I kept up the way I was acting, all he’d know about me was that I tripped over air, fell off bags, and fantasized about my boss.
“Thanks,” I said dryly.
“I mean, if people have a problem with how you run things, it’s probably because they pissed you off, and you held them accountable. That’s how I do things too.”
I ran a hand down my face and could not ignore the way my heart was racing in my chest. This was not something I expected.
Surprises, much like change, did not sit well with me.
The thought of leaving my job, that building, and my co-workers caused actual pain. I’d bleed out immediately if I even tried to dislodge it. The metal box creaked and groaned in protest at the idea of uprooting all the things that made me me, how much of it was rooted in the building where I worked. Change took on a different form, something I couldn’t have imagined when Aiden showed his face. So I answered as honestly as I could without leading this guy on.
“I wasn’t looking to leave Wilson’s.”
“But it’s not Wilson’s anymore, is it?”
Exhaling slowly, I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. “It’s not. But it’s still the place that I love. And right now, I have no intention of leaving.”
He hummed. “Well, if you change your mind, you’ve got my number.”
With the call disconnected and my brain spinning at an uncomfortable speed about what it all meant, I set my phone back into my purse and started up my car.
Chapter Eight
Isabel
The next day, everything at work looked different.
Or maybe work was the same, but I was observing it through a different lens. The surprise call from the night before kept me awake for hours as I stared at the ceiling and tried to imagine a reality that didn’t include the four walls of the gym that was my second home.
The filter I’d applied started cataloging things that I’d change, if I could.
I didn’t like the way that the weight and cardio machines had been set up, but Amy felt it was important to keep a separation from the bags. There was too much