"Ugh!" Britta yelled over the sound of her treadmill. She hit the pause button. "Can't we stop yet?"

Jeff looked over at her from his treadmill, and took out his ear bud, but continued running. "You're the one who wanted to come to the gym with me to, and I quote, 'see exactly what it is I have to do maintain such a toned body'."

"Maybe I just wanted to watch."

"Britta, everyone wants to watch me work out," Jeff said with a smile.

"Shut up!" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"No, seriously," he said, still running. "You see that group of women over there?" he gestured over his left shoulder.

Britta looked over and saw a group of four women, who all appeared to be in their 50's, casually talking and glancing in their direction.

"Yeah, so?" she asked.

"They started coming here, coincidentally at the same time I do, every day."

"Circumstantial Mr. Winger," she countered as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, but none of them have lost any weight or toned anything," he explained.

"And?" she needed more evidence.

He stopped his treadmill and looked at her seriously. "Britta, I've been coming here for a year and a half, working out every day for nearly two hours. If they were seriously here to work out, they'd all look like Jillian Michaels, not Betty Crocker."

"That's mean and doesn't prove anything," she told him.

Jeff didn't say a word, instead he stepped off his treadmill, grabbed his towel and water bottle from the machine and walked in the direction of the group of women. He took the towel, wiped his forehead, then wrapped it around the back of his neck.

"Hi Jeffrey!" one yelled at him and waved. Another called, "looking good!" He nodded his head and winked as he passed them then they all watched him leave for far too long to be accidental. Britta rolled her eyes and took off after him. As she passed the group they all gave her judgmental scowls and she was certain she heard one of them mumble slut under their breath.

She stopped and turned around to address them. "Because you ladies seem so curious, it's 8 inches, and it's amazing. One of the women gasped and put her hands up to cover her mouth. "Yeah, I know because he let me measure it once."

She then turned and stormed out of the cardio room and caught Jeff laughing just outside the door. "Feeling a little possessive?" he asked with a smile.

She hit his chest, "shut up, Winger. You think I'm trying to prove something to the Golden Girls over there?"

"Uh, actually yeah, sounded like it to me."

She didn't respond, instead she started walking down the hall. When he didn't follow her, she stopped then turned and asked, "aren't we done here?"

"Maybe," he said as he leaned casually against the wall. "That is if you can think of another activity that will get my heart racing for at least half an hour, I might possibly be persuaded to end my workout early," he winked at her.

"I can think of 8 of them," she said then took his towel. "But the length of time is one hundred percent in your control," she said coyly, then used the towel to smack his butt and took off running.

"Oh, you are so dead, Perry!" he yelled and ran after her. When he reached her, he lifted her off her feet and carried her over his shoulder out of the building to his car.

"Put me down!" she laughed as she hit his back. He reached for his keys in his pocket, dropped her into the back seat, and shut the door behind him.