Chapter 27

"Has there been a woman in here...ever?" Rowan eyed the warehouse that was Blanchard's Boxing Gym. The place was minimalist in the extreme. Racks of free weights lined one wall, beside a power rack and a Smith machine. Another huge frame held a row of heavy bags. Beside that was a station with heavy, nautical style ropes. An enormous tractor tire leaned against the wall. Half the floor was covered in blue mats, and a classic raised boxing ring dominated the far end. A cushy, cardio palace it was not. It immediately made her homesick for her gym in Houston, which was the big brother of this one, a place frequented by cops, firefighters, and military types.

"There are women who come here," Nash defended. "It's just not geared toward the kind of fitness most of them go for. Reuben's got a Crossfit class that's pretty popular with the ladies."