After Olivia made introductions, Kirk extended his hand first to Bobby then to me. The men shook harder than necessary in a testosterone Alamo.

I wondered if he could crack a walnut with his calves.

Kirk turned to me. “I’ve heard so much about you. Did you really set your parents’ garage on fire?”

Olivia had evidently presented me as quite a hellion. “I was experimenting with a wood burner and a hot glue gun.”

Bree returned with Olivia’s water. Bobby preened, running his fingers through his impeccable mane then shaking it out.

“Kirk, do you want something to drink?” He nodded at her glass, and she half-turned to Bree. “Bree?”

Bree scurried off. Bobby watched her go, then looked at Olivia. “How did you and Kirk meet?”

Olivia laughed. “We work together.”

So much for the great love-lost plot Bobby desired. She raised Kirk’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. Kirk beamed. If they started making out, I’d make a break for it.

“Kirk owns a small chain of gyms in Virginia called Kirk’s Fitness Center.”

Catchy, I thought. That explained the muscleman bod.

Olivia rubbed Kirk’s arm like she was polishing a trophy into a special shine. “In college, I majored in physical therapy. After graduation, the first place I applied was at Kirk’s Fitness Center, because it came with a free membership.”

Kirk looked lovingly at his bride-to-be. “I hired her because she was so hot.”

Well, that certainly was a resounding affirmative action endorsement.

“KFC is the most sought-after gym in northern Virginia,” Olivia said.

“KFC?” I swallowed a joke about fried chicken.

“Kirk’s Fitness Center is more than a gym; it’s a destination with spa treatments and juice bar.”