Page 17 of Ugly Duckling
I looked over to the woman talking.
She was around five foot five or so with black hair that was up high in a ponytail on the top of her head. The length of her hair was braided down her back, and it was so long that my fingers all but itched to grab it.
Her body was fucking banging.
She was wearing short shorts with the waistband that read Nike Pro repeating around her narrow waist. She was fit, not skinny, but athletic. Muscular legs, perfectly round ass, toned arms that were sporting a few tattoos that were vaguely familiar. And her tits were encased in a black sports bra that sat right above a very well-toned belly.
This girl was fit, fit.
I could see her winning this marathon.
“Oh.” The woman who’d asked the question sighed. “I can’t even break four hours yet. But it’s my goal to get to Boston.”
“It’s everyone’s goal to get to Boston.” The woman smiled, and even that smile was vaguely familiar. “You just have to work at it. Train harder. Be smart with your diet. It also takes heart. Your body will give up way after your mind will. You just have to push through.”
Honestly, everything about her struck me as familiar.
But her face? I didn’t know that face.
She reminded me of someone from high school, though.
Someone that I’d lost touch with, despite one of my good friends still being her best friend.
That reminded me that I needed to call Rocky and see if she wanted to catch lunch.
We usually did that here and there when she was in town.
Rocky and I met in kindergarten, and we’d been as good as friends as a boy could be with a girl who lived in the same neighborhood but went to different schools.
She moved out of the country to become a nanny for a rich couple that liked to travel the world.
She did that for nearly ten years before the kids got too old to need a nanny anymore.
She’d come back to the States and had actually been the one to watch Lottie when she was really young, but she was made to be a full-time nanny, and Audric hadn’t offered her but part-time.
She was now nannying for a young couple that was super powerful in the Dallas community.
“Racers, on your mark, get set, go!”
Lottie and I started to run.
For the first mile or two, we jockeyed our way out of the throng of people to where we had an open road ahead of us.
The only person still with us from the four-hour group was the woman in her short shorts and bra.
I had a great view of her pretty, heart-shaped ass and muscular thighs.
The first water stop was where my crew was back, yelling and screaming.
“Nineteen more miles!” Aella screamed.
I winked and palmed a cup, depressing the top enough that I could drink it without spilling it all over me.
“You okay down there, Lottie?” I called out.
“Yes, Daddy!”
My heart panged at the sweet words.
