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he didn’t wish for his arousal to be evident to all present. He needed to talk to her soon. That would help. For now, he would be all business. But the instant the meeting let out, he would call her. Gianni looked forward to spending the evening alone with her, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

 
    Chapter 4
    As a fashion model, Kyra had to take care of her figure. Her livelihood depended on it. Pilates allowed her to achieve tone without bulk, and she’d introduced Leah to the techniques. Sometimes they went to the Manhattan studio together, and participated in small group classes.
    Leah had never been athletic, but she’d done yoga when in college. She jogged, but often lacked the motivation. Pilates was inspiring and energizing. She was grateful Kyra had told her about it. Especially now that she was with Gianni, because she wanted to look her best.
    After work, they met for a class. The intensity of the moves took Leah’s mind off the earlier stresses of the day, and she even forgot about the clash with her boss. It felt good, and as her muscles moved and stretched, she relaxed.
    When the class was over, they changed and went for a drink. The exercise routine hadn’t allowed for talking, and they had much to catch up on. They took a cab to a local bar they liked, and ordered Manhattans. In the dimly lit lounge, they sipped their cocktails.
    “You have to tell me everything,” Kyra said. Her dark hair was twisted in a bun on top of her head, and her blue eyes were rimmed with navy eye shadow. Even post-workout, she looked stunning and photo ready.
    “You first,” Leah said. “You said it’s been crazy. More crazy than usual?”
    “Kind of, I guess.” Kyra took a sip then put the glass down. “It’s my life, you know. Rushing from one show to the next. Often I’m nearly late, but I still have to look my best. Trying not to trip in high heels while gliding over slick walkways. It’s insane.”
    Leah held her glass in both hands. “Sounds dangerous.”
    “It can be. I make sure the soles of my shoes have a rubber surface. I found these things I can stick on the bottoms.” Kyra picked at a mini pretzel, but didn’t eat it. “I want to make a living, but I don’t want to risk my life.”
    “Yeah, that shouldn’t be part of the bargain,” Leah said.
    “Really, I’m kind of used to all that. Not that it can’t get to me sometimes.”
    Leah knew there was more. Kyra had relayed the challenges of modeling before in their conversations. But her expression revealed distress, maybe sadness.
    Kyra folded her arms. “Dating sucks.”
    “It’s not working out with…who was that new guy?”
    “Otto? No, it’s not. The Russian thing was kind of cool. And he is handsome. But he started treating me like shit.”
    Leah lifted her brows. “What did he do?”
    Tears welled in Kyra’s blue eyes. “He hit me.”
    She said it so simply, as if he’d stood her up or something. “God, Kyra.”
    “Yes, he was an asshole. I told him to take a hike. No second chances there.” She paused. “My looks…what if he would have hit me in the face? I can’t show up to jobs with a black eye.”
    Shaking her head, Leah agreed. “I’m glad you dumped him. That’s just terrible.”
    “It was terrible. One minute we’re arguing, and the next I’m on the floor.” Kyra took another sip. “And it hurt.”
    “I just never expected that.”
    “Me either. Although I knew about his temper.” Kyra shrugged. “But to get physical…that scared me, Leah. Fortunately, he backed off. Tried to apologize. But I’m done with that.”
    Setting her drink on the table, Leah lifted her hands. “Absolutely. If he’d do it once, he’d do it again.”
    “Why can’t I find a nice guy?” The look in Kyra’s eyes bordered on desperation.
    “You will.” Leah was distressed that her friend had to go through such abuse. “You are stunning. You can have your pick. You know that, don’t you?”
    Kyra sighed. “It sounds so