Caid, I never thought about it that way. Josh and I…we've never actually lied about it, but I guess lies of omission are just as bad…it's been good for both of our careers to be seen as a couple…"
"You don't owe me any explanation, Robyn. It's your business, and I had no right to act the way I did."
She sighed. "Caid, I like you. Very much. I haven't felt…I haven't had a new…friend…in a long time. That's why I told you tonight." She paused, and continued quietly. "I'm sorry if you felt as though I'd lied to you. I didn't do it purposely; Josh and I, we've just been doing this so long…"
"Are you running in the morning?" I asked suddenly. I didn't want to hear her apologize anymore for my stupid behavior.
A beat.
"Yes," came the hesitant answer.
"When?"
"Usually at 6:30 or so." No hesitation this time.
"Where?"
"Silver Lake trail. I start out from here, there's an entrance about five blocks down the hill."
"I'll see you at 6:30, then."
Another pause, then she laughed. "Deal."
CHAPTER FIVE
When I pulled into Robyn's drive the next morning, she was already out front, pushing against the wall and stretching out her calves. She wore mid-calf black running tights and a gray and black, zip-up top against the morning chill, both items hugging the flat planes and subtle curves of her body, accentuating her athletic build and long limbs. I'd been hoping she wouldn't run in shorts, not knowing if I could function with a view of her bare legs, but I wasn't so sure this was any better.
I took a deep, calming breath, got out of the car and walked over.
She smiled a greeting, pulling her hair back into a tight ponytail as I approached. "Morning."
"Morning."
"Gonna be warm enough?" she asked with a teasing grin. I had chosen loose navy blue running pants, a gray hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves cut out, and a lightweight white skull hat. It was a cold morning, and I hated running cold. Compared to Robyn, thought, I looked like a thug.
I smiled back at the jab, wondering if I should bring up the night before, or wait for her to do it.
"Ready to go?" she asked, bouncing on her toes a few times.
Or maybe we wouldn't talk about it at all. That was okay by me.
"Yep."
She nodded, and set off down the drive at a good clip. I chased after her and settled into stride on her left. I'd been right about those endless legs of hers - she had a long, easy stride and I could tell immediately I was going to have my work cut out for me this morning.
I felt a competitive spark flare inside me, and did my best to squelch it. I didn't know how far Robyn planned to run, and already her pace was faster than my usual speed. I'd end up killing myself if I tried to outrun her.
Robyn told me during one of our few spurts of conversation that the trail around Silver Lake was just over two and a half miles long, and she usually ran it twice. I was welcome to go further if I wanted.
"Twice is fine," I assured her hastily, trying to keep from showing that I was already breathing heavily.
I did myself proud for four miles, keeping up with her stride for stride. Then she glanced over at me with a wicked grin.
Damn.
I was about to get crushed.
She lengthened her stride and I managed to keep up for another hundred yards before my lack of breakfast and lack of sleep the night before caught up with me. At least that's what I told myself.
Soon Robyn was just a speck in the distance, and I shook my head with a wry grin, slowing down and finishing the last mile at more comfortable pace.
She was sitting against a tree on the grass, pretending to take a nap when I jogged up and collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. She opened one eye and looked over at me with a lazy grin.
"I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Bite me, Ward," I growled through gasping breaths, shedding my sweatshirt and using it to wipe the sweat from my arms and face before tossing it to the side. I groaned and leaned back on my elbows, closing my eyes and listening