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Jennings was more than likely used to animals, and people, following his orders.  She certainly hoped he could deal with her in the lead while she was there.
    “So when will we get started?” he asked.
    “If you’re ready, we’ll go ahead and start in a few minutes.  We need to have a discussion first about why I’m here and where you want to go.  Your sister filled me in on some of the story, but I want to hear it from you.  Plus, I need some basic fitness questions answered.  After that, if you’re game, we can go for a run and see how your stamina is.”
    Jennings just nodded, silent. 
    “Just give me a moment to unpack a couple of things I need and I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said.  “I’m really excited to get started.”
    An eyebrow went up, but Jennings spun on his heel.  He whistled for the dog, who followed his master immediately.  They both headed out, Jennings closing the door behind them.  He didn’t talk much, that was for sure. 
    Once Maggie was alone, she could breathe fully again.  There was definitely an air about Jennings, and she couldn’t get a read on him yet.  Was he honestly just perturbed she was staying in his house, or was there more to it?  Hopefully he’d calm down the more she was around him.
    Because she couldn’t go home yet.  She needed time away from the drama that was her life.  Maybe Brian would take the hint and leave her alone for good.
    Running away from her problems had worked so well in the past, of course.

Chapter Three
     
    Jennings sat down on the couch, waiting for Maggie to come down.  He bounced his leg, nervous energy coursing through him.  He stood, pacing the living room.  Maggie’s high energy level had rubbed off on him within a matter of seconds.  Glancing up at the ceiling, he wondered how long she’d be.  She was moving around the room, the old hardwood floors creaking under her steps.  How was he supposed to live in the same house as that woman for the next however few months?
    When he’d opened the door, he’d found the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen standing there.  His gut had clenched and he’d lost the ability to speak for a moment.  He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but he sure as hell hadn’t expected Margaret Anders to look like that.
    Maggie was tall for a woman, but still dwarfed by his height.  She was slender, but not too skinny.  It was apparent she was an athlete, her arms firm, but her body had been curvy, too, with the womanly shapes some athletic women lacked.  Those curves had immediately tempted him like a man possessed, his hands wanting to trace the lines of her form.
    Instead, he’d stared at her face, trying to ignore everything below the neck, but that hadn’t helped much.  Her eyes had been gray.  Jennings had always thought the color was dull, but not when she looked through it.  The shine of intelligence had shone through her eyes and entranced him into silence.  Her lips were soft and full, ready for his kisses.  And he wanted to kiss her.  He wanted to do much more than kiss her.
    Jennings felt like he’d been socked in the gut.  He’d heard of love at first sight.  More likely it was lust at first sight, and oh boy did he feel lusty.  His cock had been hard the entire time and still wasn’t calmed.  The control he’d had to exert on himself not to reach out and touch her had been more than he’d been able to handle.
    He needed to get ahold of himself.  Sure, it had been a little while since he’d spent any quality time with someone of the fairer sex, but not so long that he felt the need to throw himself on the first woman to come his way.
    Maggie was his trainer.  This was a professional relationship, even if she was a guest in his home.  He couldn’t blur the line.  He needed into the NFL, not her bed, no matter how much the idea of the latter intrigued him almost more than the former.
    As he heard her heading down the stairs, he sucked in a deep