off.”
“That’s cool. I don’t have a creative bone in my body. I admire those who do.”
Turning, she checked the oncoming traffic. “Everyone has creativity. It’s just expressed in different ways.”
“I may be the exception to the rule.”
“There is some part of your life in which you express nonlinear thinking.”
“I doubt it.”
“I heard you and your girlfriend in the backyard one night while I was floating in my pool. The sounds you two made were creative. Maybe that’s where you display the most imagination.”
His head swiveled around and he grimaced. “I don’t know what to say.”
“There isn’t much to say.” Driving down the main street, she started humming to herself. Glancing over, she noticed he appeared uncomfortable. She pulled into the back parking lot of CA and found a spot. “I wasn’t trying to listen. I was in my donut float, and I paddled to the side as silently as I could. I was afraid if you heard me, then it would be awkward.” Climbing out of the car, she grabbed her bag. “That seems kind of ridiculous, now that I think about it. You all were loud and, I’m sure, fully involved. I could’ve made all the noise I wanted and it wouldn’t have made a difference.”
“Jeez, Sara. It just keeps getting worse. I’m not a shy man, but knowing my neighbor heard me getting it on with a girl is embarrassing.”
When he came around to her side of the car, she patted his arm. “If the whole warrior thing ever dries up, just know you have a future in erotic films.”
He stared down at the top of her head and let out a groan. “Yeah, there’s that to look forward to. Would you believe me if I told you that my relationship with Ang was the exception to the rule?”
Sara put her hands up as she walked toward the entrance. “Not my pig. Not my farm. Not my business. I’m not judging you, Grady. I mean…God bless—you found someone to have wild monkey sex with. When is that ever bad news?”
Richard greeted them at the door and grinned. “Who found someone to have wild monkey sex with?”
Sara pointed to Grady. “My neighbor. I was just telling him that he should be grateful for having had the opportunity.” They stood together and said nothing. It hadn’t been her intention to discuss his sex life, but it had happened nonetheless.
“I’m going to find Nick,” Grady remarked. “I’ll come find you in a while.”
He strode down the hall, and Sara called after his retreating figure, “Party pooper.” She turned to see Richard studying her. “Anything you want to ask me?”
His enormous hand rested on her shoulder, and he gave her a sympathetic look. “Are you going to do anything about the little crush you have on G?”
Sputtering, she moved away. “I couldn’t be less interested in him if I took a pill to achieve it.”
Replying in a singsong voice, Richard chanted, “Liar, liar.”
“Whatever.” She turned toward the gym and then stopped. “You saw us interact for less than a minute. What makes you think that I have a crush?”
“The way you looked at him. I’ve only seen you look at pie like that, so I figure you must be interested. Also, your eyes never left his face. Don’t worry—he was doing the same thing.”
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” Twirling around, she announced, “I’m going to run for thirty minutes, and then I’ll do twenty minutes on the bag.”
“I’ll come find you in a bit and wrap your hands.” Laughing to himself, he walked toward the offices.
Dom approached and shook his head. “Sara has a little extra sass and sway today. What’s gotten into her?”
“Grady.” Watching his buddy’s expression, he grinned. “That came out wrong. It seems Sara is developing a little crush on G. She’s in heavy denial, so it should be pretty entertaining to see what happens.”
“Let me know when the betting pool starts. I definitely want a piece of that action. I’m going to put my