Chapter Seven
Callie stared at the open golf course and nearly tripped over herself trying to run back to the car.
"Uh-uh," Chris caught her shoulders and stopped her before she could make it to his car. "I don't think so buddy."
"That thing will kill me!" Callie cried. "I'll die before I could even make it half way around it!"
"Don't be so dramatic," Chris tsked at her and forced her to turn right back around to face the golf course. "This is a perfect jogging site."
Callie stared miserably at the wide golf course on the hill below them. It looked like it stretched in a circle for miles upon miles. There was no way she could walk around it in a day and Chris expected her to walk around it in at least two hours!
Mouth going dry, she licked her lips and looked up at Chris. "How long is the course?"
Chris's brows furrowed as he began to stretch, bending down to touch his hand to his white Nikes. "I think it's about three miles."
"Three miles!?" Yup. She was going to die today.
Chris shot her a look. "It's not as bad as it sounds, Cal."
"I'm over one hundred pounds overweight!" Callie pointed to the field. "To me, that looks like a death valley! Look at those hills!"
Chris sighed, shaking his head at Callie's theatrics as he continued to stretch. "You just gotta get used to walking around the course, that's all. Come here everyday and you'll be a pro."
Callie's eyes went wide at the thought of having walk around the golf course everyday . "Admit it," she whined, "you hate me. This is a way to punish me."
Why? Why had she agreed to this in the first place? Oh yeah, Chris had somehow talked her into exercising this way since she refused to step foot in a gym all because she was too embarrassed to.
"I-I think I'll join the gym with you now," she said weakly. Surely the gym didn't have death courses like this.
"You'll be fine," Chris told her, straightening. He sent two girls jogging past them one of his killer smiles. Callie watched the girls duck their heads and giggle.
"That's just sick," she muttered, jealousy setting in.
"Don't be jealous," Chris grinned at her, completely clueless of whom she was really jealous of.
"Hmph!" Callie faced the golf course and sighed. The sky was beautifully blue, the morning air chilly but pleasant. Yes...it was a good day to die this fine Friday morning.
I should have agreed to meet my mother today , Callie thought with another sigh. She could have avoided going to the golf course with Chris but noooooooo, she had to refuse her mother's invitation to breakfast because she had been afraid that her mother would recognize her to be the person she had seen at the Fireman's Ball.
Her mother hadn't mentioned the ball during their conversation on the phone yesterday but she had mentioned that she and the family will be in Seattle til Sunday. Apparently Richard and Greg were looking at estates here in good ol' Seattle.
"Come on," Callie heard Chris say, "start stretching. Don't wanna pull a muscle while running, do you?"
"Abel's right," she sneered at him, "you're a tyrant."
Huffing, she tried to copy Chris's stretching routine and all about gave up five minutes into it. Geez, the guy could bend! Pretending to stretch, Callie surreptitiously ogled the man beside her, admiring his flexing muscles.
Attired in black running shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, Chris looked fit and trim and far too tempting for his own good. She loved how the soft breeze rustled against his short dark blonde hair, loved watching the look of concentration on his gorgeous face as he stretched.
"Okay." Chris straightened, rolling his shoulders. "Ready?"
"No," Callie snapped and moaned as she straightened up, hands automatically going on her back to sooth it. While drooling over him, she had stayed in a bending position way too long. "Do I have to?"
"You promised. It was one of the conditions for me forgiving you, remember?"
"You suck." Of course she remembered. Yesterday when they had argued then made
Callie stared at the open golf course and nearly tripped over herself trying to run back to the car.
"Uh-uh," Chris caught her shoulders and stopped her before she could make it to his car. "I don't think so buddy."
"That thing will kill me!" Callie cried. "I'll die before I could even make it half way around it!"
"Don't be so dramatic," Chris tsked at her and forced her to turn right back around to face the golf course. "This is a perfect jogging site."
Callie stared miserably at the wide golf course on the hill below them. It looked like it stretched in a circle for miles upon miles. There was no way she could walk around it in a day and Chris expected her to walk around it in at least two hours!
Mouth going dry, she licked her lips and looked up at Chris. "How long is the course?"
Chris's brows furrowed as he began to stretch, bending down to touch his hand to his white Nikes. "I think it's about three miles."
"Three miles!?" Yup. She was going to die today.
Chris shot her a look. "It's not as bad as it sounds, Cal."
"I'm over one hundred pounds overweight!" Callie pointed to the field. "To me, that looks like a death valley! Look at those hills!"
Chris sighed, shaking his head at Callie's theatrics as he continued to stretch. "You just gotta get used to walking around the course, that's all. Come here everyday and you'll be a pro."
Callie's eyes went wide at the thought of having walk around the golf course everyday . "Admit it," she whined, "you hate me. This is a way to punish me."
Why? Why had she agreed to this in the first place? Oh yeah, Chris had somehow talked her into exercising this way since she refused to step foot in a gym all because she was too embarrassed to.
"I-I think I'll join the gym with you now," she said weakly. Surely the gym didn't have death courses like this.
"You'll be fine," Chris told her, straightening. He sent two girls jogging past them one of his killer smiles. Callie watched the girls duck their heads and giggle.
"That's just sick," she muttered, jealousy setting in.
"Don't be jealous," Chris grinned at her, completely clueless of whom she was really jealous of.
"Hmph!" Callie faced the golf course and sighed. The sky was beautifully blue, the morning air chilly but pleasant. Yes...it was a good day to die this fine Friday morning.
I should have agreed to meet my mother today , Callie thought with another sigh. She could have avoided going to the golf course with Chris but noooooooo, she had to refuse her mother's invitation to breakfast because she had been afraid that her mother would recognize her to be the person she had seen at the Fireman's Ball.
Her mother hadn't mentioned the ball during their conversation on the phone yesterday but she had mentioned that she and the family will be in Seattle til Sunday. Apparently Richard and Greg were looking at estates here in good ol' Seattle.
"Come on," Callie heard Chris say, "start stretching. Don't wanna pull a muscle while running, do you?"
"Abel's right," she sneered at him, "you're a tyrant."
Huffing, she tried to copy Chris's stretching routine and all about gave up five minutes into it. Geez, the guy could bend! Pretending to stretch, Callie surreptitiously ogled the man beside her, admiring his flexing muscles.
Attired in black running shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, Chris looked fit and trim and far too tempting for his own good. She loved how the soft breeze rustled against his short dark blonde hair, loved watching the look of concentration on his gorgeous face as he stretched.
"Okay." Chris straightened, rolling his shoulders. "Ready?"
"No," Callie snapped and moaned as she straightened up, hands automatically going on her back to sooth it. While drooling over him, she had stayed in a bending position way too long. "Do I have to?"
"You promised. It was one of the conditions for me forgiving you, remember?"
"You suck." Of course she remembered. Yesterday when they had argued then made
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