Page 14 of Every Inch of You
“Sorry I forgot to text you—it wasgreat.”
“Wasit?”
“Itwas.”
“What’swrong?”
“Nothing. I’m so glad I went, it’s going to be fun. How areyou?”
“What’swrong.”
“Nothing really it’s a great gym I love theneighborhood.”
“Vivian I don’t have allday.”
“The trainer and I have…ahistory.”
“Explain.”
“You remember Brad Mitchell? My friend from highschool?”
“No.”
“On Mercer Island. People called him FatBrad.”
“Oh yeah. You used to practice kissing on him and then you didn’t go to prom with him and he stopped talking to you and you were allupset.”
“That’s theone.”
“Wait I thought the trainer’s name wasMitch.”
“That’s what he goes by here. I guess he’s afraid someone will call him Hot Brad and he doesn’t want to be reminded of the Hot Brad who made life hell for him in highschool.”
“Wait, I thought he was FatBrad.”
“Yeah, but the other Brad was Hot Brad—nevermind.”
“Right. So what’s theproblem?”
“I didn’t say there was a problem. It’sfine.”
“Viv.”
“What did he say when you told him myname?”
There was a pause. “Actually, at first he had said it was unlikely he could accommodate a new client this month, but when I said your name and pled my case, he said he had acancellation.”
“And he didn’t say that he knewme?”
“No of course not, I would have told you if he had. Hang on. I’m Googling him. The pictures on the website don’t showenough.”
I heard her catch her breath. I did too, when I’d Googled him late last night. He had his own fitness blog that was separate from the gym’s website, with pictures of his physical transformation. There were photo spreads and interviews with him all over the place. There was an article in some local online newspaper declaring him The Sexiest Man in Portland, as nominated and voted for by readers. It wasn’tPeoplemagazine, butstill…
“You made out with thisguy?”
“A lot. A long timeago.”
“Did he seem interested in youyesterday?”
