TUESDAY
6:42 A.M. — CALLOWAY RESIDENCE
ALLISON'S POV
There were three things Allison Croft Calloway had learned about herself recently.
One, she loved her husband.
Two, she enjoyed learning about finance far more than she had expected.
And three, she had absolutely no business attempting a roundhouse kick before seven in the morning.
"Ow!"
Allison hopped backward on one foot.
Across the private training room, her instructor lowered the kicking pad.
"That wasn't terrible."
Allison stared at him.
"Marcus."
"Yes?"
"My leg just attempted to resign."
Marcus Reed, a former competitive kickboxer with an irritatingly cheerful personality, grinned.
"Your balance is improving."
"My balance is filing a complaint."
"Would you like water?"
"I'd like new legs."
He laughed.
Allison planted her hands on her hips and tried to catch her breath.
She'd started training a few weeks earlier.
At first, it had been something she wanted to try.
A hobby.
