Page 23 of Letting it Ride

He adds a ten on either side. I blink.

Okay, 245. I hope he doesn’t actually need a spotter. That’s heavier than I usually deadlift.

Grant settles on the bench below me, and I stand in the spotter’s position while he does his reps, stopping after fifteen to take a break.

“You need more weight?” I ask, hoping he’s maxed out, but he’s barely broken a sweat.

“Uh…” Grant looks at the weights stacked on the bar, probably doing the same math in his head. “Yeah. Can you grab me two ten-pound weights?”

I grab them off the floor, shamelessly leaning over to give him—and whoever else is looking—a good view of my butt. Maybe someone around here will appreciate it.

Plus, if all this guy wants is a spotter, he doesn’t have to look.

I turn around with two weights in my hand, and yeah, he’s looking. I smirk as I wander back toward him and slide the weights onto the bar.

But I’ve seen Cam look too, and so far, he seems more into this girl Harper than into me. So maybe guys just like to look at nice butts without actually being interested in the woman they’re attached to. It’s confusing and infuriating.

Grant pulls his shirt off before he lies down and does a few more reps while I watch his pecs ripple. He really is in great shape.

He lets out a grunt with the last rep, and I help guide the bar onto the rack. “Nice job. Thanks for spotting me.” I wipe the sweat from my hands on my tiny shorts.

Grant uses his discarded shirt to wipe his forehead. “Thanks. You all done?”

“I think so. You?”

He nods. “What are you up to after this? You here with your husband?”

Subtle, Grant. “Nope. Just a friend.” Now is not the time to dissect my relationship with Cam. Focus, Addie. Hot guy is flirting with you. Stop thinking about someone else. “How about you?”

Grant gives me a wink. “I’m single.”

I try to subtly bat my eyelashes at him. At least, I think this is how you bat your eyelashes. Am I doing it right? I feel like I’m just blinking fast. God, I suck at flirting, if that’s even what I’m doing.

Grant probably thinks I’m having a seizure.

I give up and just smile. “Well, if you need someone to hang out with this week, just let me know.” I rack my weights and head for the door, wondering where on this ship Cam might be.

9

CAM

Miller told me to find a rebound, and I’m trying. Harper is an option. She couldn’t have made it any clearer that she’s interested. I peek into the gym as I finish off a smoothie. There seem to be a few options for a rebound in here, too, from a quick perusal.

Like the girl in black spandex. I lean against the wall as I enjoy the view of the woman bending over to place her weights on the rack. The outfit leaves nothing to the imagination, stretched tight across a perfect round ass.

As she straightens, she turns, and the red hair comes into view.

My stomach bottoms out.

That’sAddie.

I was staring at her ass.Shit, shit, shit. Did she see me?

If there was any doubt before, there’s none now. No more denying that I’m attracted to her, especially after I just stood here for a full three minutes and admired her ass. But there are still too many obstacles to ever consider making a move.

I back up, nearly tripping over the edge of a treadmill. Addie doesn’t look my direction, thank God. I don’t think I could work out with her wearing that outfit and not spend the entire time staring at her. Plus, it would be super awkward to hide an erection while I’m working out.

I turn and sneak out the door before she can see me, or before I can get upset about all of the other guys in there who are blatantly checking her out.

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