Birthright

"Heh. Most of these ladies might be glad to see a woman helping them learn to take up for themselves," Virgil said with a smile of his own. He looked at the piece of paper Rhiannon had written on, tucked it into a reasonably uncluttered drawer. He found a card with the gym's number on it, scrawled down his home number.

"If it doesn't work out, no hard feelings," he told the brunette. "You're the first serious person that's come in here to even ask questions, so you had a head start."