Noelle
On Monday morning, my alarm went off at five AM.
On New Year’s Eve, while I watched the fireworks display that my boss had arranged for his fiancée, I had set a resolution to exercise at least three days a week. Just because that’s what you do on New Year’s.
Not that I was concerned about my weight, or the shape of my body - that was already a lost cause - but I figured it would be good for my general health and well-being. And as long as I was living at a resort with a beautifully equipped gym, I might as well make the most of it.
The fitness center was located on the sublevel, along with the dining room, the spa, and a conference center. I was a little surprised to find the lights were already on, and the TV was tuned into an international news station.
Mr. Quinn was seat
