From the little he gleamed from Matchbook, it was certain she had been abused and on the run. She would therefore be guarded and probably more than a little jumpy if someone simply walked up on her. That was probably the reason why she chose the treadmill she was on. It was close to the door for a quick escape and in front of the mirror, so she had a view of the gym.
She was doing her best to hide her paranoia, but he could see the signs. Over the years, the Club had offered protection to several women and children fleeing their abusers. He recognized the caution she exhibited even if she was unaware.
Even though her ex was miles away she still feared he would suddenly appear like some specter. It made his stomach churn and incited his rage. He hated the helpless look that always seeme
