The Matchmaker's Curse

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Kenna

One of the perks of working at the resort is having access to the gym and all of its equipment, including the indoor pool, spa and training staff. Tabitha is one of the best. She has earned her nickname of Xena, warrior princess.

She has the look of the hero too. Long dark hair, big brown eyes and solid muscles everywhere. She would never be intimidated by guests at the resort. She certainly wouldn't get the freaky vibes and think she was being followed home just because a guy gave her the creeps.

Tabitha is confident, smart and independent. She is the 'takes no shit, does it herself, I don't need a man to protect me' kind of woman. God, I look up to her and want to be her when I grow up.  At twenty eight, I thought I was a grown up. Apparently not.

She's the best trainer we have and she's tried to work me into shape several times. Every year, as winter thaws, I get an idea that I can get into "swimsuit" shape. That lasts a week because that's how long I can keep up with Tabitha. After that I give up and go back to my treadmill walks and cycling for miles and forego the weight room.

Once in a while Tabitha is able to convince me that she will take it easy on me and gets me back into the room, but it doesn't last long before I realize that weights aren't my friends no matter how much she tells me otherwise.

So I put in my earbuds, and set my treadmill for a nice walk to my music while I watch others suffer at Tabitha's hands. The poor guy today has to be in his forties, a beer belly, and receding hairline. From the way he keeps rubbing his finger I would guess recently divorced and determined to make her regret it.

Poor guy!

He held the squats and lifted the weights. He did lunges and presses, butterflies and curls. The sweat soaked his shirt and rolled down his red face with the intensity of his workout. I felt bad for him. I know that feeling of being pushed to limits and still trying to do more even if you don't know why you're doing it.

It sucks!

Coming out of my thoughts, Tabitha waves at me, letting me know she'll be over in a minute. Hopefully she doesn't want to con me into another round with her medieval devices. I won't be playing today.

"Hey! I thought you were going to call last night. What happened?" Tabitha asked as she came over to me, leaving her latest victim in a puddle of sweat and grateful for the break.

"I got distracted. Sorry," I apologized and continued to explain my night with the guy at the bar and then the car that followed me home. "It was probably nothing and just my imagination working overtime," but it was bugging me and that isn't normal.

I've had strange people in the bar plenty of times. I've been hit on, had to help drunks out to cabs and even dealt with a couple fights. None of that bothered me the way this guy had.

"I don't think so. Have you told your parents about it? They should know, Kenna. Especially if this guy weirded you out, like he obviously did." Tabitha was right. I should tell them, just in case he gives one of the guests the same feeling.

"I'll tell them. Dad leaves today and Mom will be in later. I'll catch her and Grams up at lunch." I assure my friend, but still, I don't feel comfortable as I normally do here.

I feel like someone is watching me. And that's unnerving. I don't like being the center of attention as it is. I really don't like not knowing who is watching me. Looking around the gym, I look through the mirrors at every face in the room. No one is familiar to me. No one is watching me.