"She wouldn't like it, but it's not up to her."

"Why are you trying to cause problems for yourself?" And for me. I want to add that, but I keep it to myself.

"I'm not. I told her that I was going to try and get you back as a client. I need the extra work and since you’re still working hard, I thought we might be able to team up again."

Will was a fantastic personal trainer. I haven't replaced him because I haven't had time. I've been using everything he taught me, though. I still run the beach in the mornings. I've set up a workout space in the guest bedroom. I even purchased a few pieces of equipment. At first, it was to avoid going to the gym and running into him. After a while, it was more convenient to come home and work out on my own schedule. I had to move my equipment out to the garage so Elliot had a place to sleep or else I wouldn't have gone to the gym last night.

"I don't think that's such a great idea. I have things under control for now but thanks for the offer."

"I'm outside your back door. The least you could do for my efforts is let me run with you."

What? I walk into the living room and sure enough, Will is sitting in a chair on the back porch, grinning at me through the French doors. He waves and I hang up on him. He's not going to go away. When he stopped calling after I walked out on him, I thought he was a quitter. I was either wrong or he's changed his ways.

Unlocking the door, Will follows me with his eyes but he doesn't say anything. He knows the drill. We run. No talking. I close the door behind me and immediately start stretching. He mimics my actions, the routine we use to do together, as I put my foot on the railing and stretch my thighs and calves. This goes on for five minutes before I jump off the patio and onto the sand.

It's brisk this morning as the wind slaps me in the face. The sun is starting to rise and warm the air around me. My body warms about halfway to the turnaround point. I kick it up a notch, forcing myself to run faster. Will keeps stride with me.

When we first started to run together I struggled to keep up with him. Running on a treadmill is different than running in the sand. It takes strength to push yourself through the sand. There's resistance that you don't get when you're on a machine. I nearly broke down that first day, but Will wouldn't let me quit. He showed up the next morning and pulled me out of bed and onto the beach.

His persistence turned me on. I had high hopes for him. I'm glad it ended when it did. I could have let myself get attached to him. That wouldn't have turned out good for either of us.

Felicity is drinking her morning cup of coffee on the deck when we make it back to the house. I've asked her to run with me before but she refuses to do anything before she has coffee.

"Morning." She says as I plop down in the chair next to her and stretch out the best I can.

"Hey," I say between deep breaths.

"Will," Felicity says and nods in his direction.

"Good Morning, Felicity. Nice to see you again." I look up to find Will leaning against the railing, dripping sweat but breathing normally. Show off.

"What brings you to our part of the beach this early in the morning?" Damn it, Felicity. Why are you asking him questions that you know the answer to already?

"I thought I would be able to convince Reagan to work with me again, but she's a stubborn one."

"That doesn't explain why you're still here." I try to suppress it, but I can't. A small giggle escapes my lips when I see the look on Will's face. Felicity just put him in his place and he has no idea what to say. God, I love this girl.

"I guess I should be going then. Ladies, it was nice seeing you. Reagan." He waits for me to make eye contact before he continues. "If you have a change of heart, you know how to reach me."

I nod but don't respond. He takes that as his cue to leave and disappears around the side of the house. Felicity lets me catch my breath and grabs me a cup of coffee before she starts her inquisition.

"What was that all about?"

"I ran into him at the gym last night. He must have decided that I needed some help based on what he saw." Not a chance but I have no idea why he would show up here otherwise.

"Yeah. That must be it. You're getting fat." I don't miss the sarcastic tone she's taking with me. "Look, he was a nice guy. If you were to give him another chance, would it be the worst thing in the world?"

"He is a nice guy. His girlfriend also seems like she might be a nice person. I met her last night too."

"Oh!"

"Yeah. She was with him at the gym."

"That's kind of weird, right? He introduces you to his girlfriend and then shows up here."

"It is, but I'm not surprised. I have a knack for picking the wrong guys. He's already on that list, remember?"

We drink the rest of our coffee in silence, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Felicity will sit out here for hours if I don't get her moving. Today is the big day and I'm going to need her help getting everything ready. We have to go to the store this morning and start prepping food. Our guest of honor will be here about noon and everyone else will be arriving about four. Time to get our butts in gear.

I'm in the middle of cutting fruit for sangria when the doorbell rings. I look up at the clock and it's only eleven o'clock. Felicity is in the shower so I rinse my hands and head to the door. The bell rings again and then again right after. It can only be one person and he's early. Really, really early.

When I open the door I'm bombarded. He's lucky it was me and not Felicity that answered. She might have decked him if she didn't recognize him right away.

"God I missed you so much." His voice is music to my ears and the tears start to fall before he finishes his sentence.

I PUT ELLIOT TO work helping me prep food. Two minutes in and he's already caught a kitchen towel on fire, leaving it too close to the only burner that I had turned on, and almost cut himself with the knife. I dismiss him to get settled in and take a shower. A few minutes later, I hear Felicity scream bloody murder and I start running.

I figure out what happened as I round the corner into the hall. Felicity's bedroom door is open and Elliot is rushing out. Wrong room, dumb-ass. The door slams in Elliot's face, but he doesn't move.

I clear my throat and he turns to where I'm leaning against the wall. "Your other right, genius."

Elliot's grinning from ear to ear. I have a feeling he liked what he saw. I don't think Felicity is going to find her introduction to Elliot as amusing as I do. She's always been self-conscious of her body and I'm sure a good portion of it was on display judging by Elliot's smile.

I make my way back to the kitchen and before long, Felicity joins me. Her face is beet red and she's huffing and puffing as she starts pulling supplies out of the cabinets.

"I can't believe he walked in on me," she finally says. "Doesn't he know how to knock?"

"Why would he knock on the door if he thought he was going into the guest room? You make it sound like he did it on purpose." I do my best to hide the amusement in my voice.

"Guilty," Elliot says as he enters the kitchen, his eyes trained on Felicity the entire time.

I cover my laugh with a cough. Both of them look at me. Felicity in disbelief and Elliot with the same shit-eating grin he had after she slammed the door in his face. This weekend is going to be fun if things keep going this way. I always thought that the two of them were perfect for each other. The way Felicity is fighting the urge to look at Elliot tells me that she sees it too.