David strained against the dual dumbbells in his hands.  They'd been set for eighty pounds apiece, and were a real chore to lift.  He rocked his body to gain a mechanical advantage and facilitate his lifts, and this brought him reproof from the little fresh-out-of-college twit who worked at the gym as a trainer/torturess.  "Keep your back straight!  You don't want to make it easier, you want to make it harder!"  He gave her an if-I-wanted-you-to-make-me-miserable-I'd-marry-you look and stiffened somewhat, going along to get along.  He knew he'd just have to get through this and he could go onto the butterfly machine, which he liked, and which brought out his best efforts.  Since he escaped from the Marine Corps many years ago he'd regarded formal exercise as an unpleasant memory of his younger days; he much preferred to get his exercise on the golf course - or in bed.<br/><br/>But then he saw Leah look around the corner, and she stopped him in mid-lift.  He just couldn't look away, even when he knew he'd stared at her much too long for social acceptability....