Page 53 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 22

Brynn

I’mwalkingoutofthe locker room at the gym after teaching four straight classes when my phone vibrates from deep within my bag. I search for it and answer the call just in time before it goes to voicemail.

“Hello?” I manage to say without dropping everything in my hands.

“Hey, you done?” I can’t stop the smile from appearing on my face when I hearhis voice.

“Yep, just finished up. You have impeccable timing.”

“I may or may not have been watching the clock. You’ll never know.”

“You sound a little desperate, Mr. Murphy,” I tease. “Miss me that much?”

“Could be… or maybe I’m starving and waiting till you got home to pick up food like the gentleman that I am.”

“Aww, that’s adorable.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion,” he mocks.

I set my belongings down at the front desk. I balance the phone on my shoulder while verifying my schedule for the week.

“Mm, food sounds delicious.” A hot shower and a glass of wine are calling my name as soon as I get home, but food comes a close third.

“Anything you want in particular?” I bite my lip to keep from asking, “Are you on the menu?” Being with Callum recently has made me insatiable. It’s not that I didn’t have a healthy sexual appetite before, but even just watching him do mundane tasks around the apartment turns me on. Who knew that watching him do dishes and putting away groceries would make me want to jump his bones. I have no clue how I never noticed that before.

I shake my head as if he could see me.

“You’re shaking your head, aren’t you?”

I giggle. “How could you tell?” I peek over my shoulder to see if he’s here. I wouldn’t complain if he surprised me, but I come up empty.

“Well, you were silent, so I only assumed you were shaking your head or nodding.”

“You know me too well. Food sounds great, but you pick. You know what I like and what I don’t.”

“Okay, I’ll order it as soon as I hang up, and I’ll see you at home.”

“Sounds good. See you soon.”

I hang up and finish up what I need to do here to leave. It should be a simple week, only two new client sessions in addition to my regular classes.

Voices approach the front counter. A familiar voice causes my back to stiffen and my muscles to tense. I freeze with my hand on the mouse and try to crouch down. Why couldn’t my hair be down to block my face? I hadn’t seen him in weeks, so I assumed he had left the gym.

I glance out of my peripheral vision, but without making it too obvious, to confirm that the male voice belongs to one Spencer Abbott. His back is facing me, so hopefully, he hasn’t seen that it was me. He is leaning against the counter, chatting with one of the new trainers. I can’t remember her name, but she’s the spitting image of my old workout Barbie—blonde hair always perfect, fake tits always on display, and the brightest fucking workout outfit that if you stare at it long enough, you might need sunglasses to keep from going blind. Are you here at the gym to work out or just pretend to be? She’s like a goddamn thirst trap and seems as though she’sexactlywhat Spencer’s looking for.

Maybe I can get out of here without him noticing me.

I slowly grab my bag off the counter, keep my back to them, and carefully step out behind the desk.

I sigh relief as I pass, but just as I place my hand on the door handle, a voice calls out. “What, no hello?” He chuckles as if what he said was funny.

I spin to face him. My eyes peruse him, and I wonder what it was exactly that I saw in him. If only he had been as ugly as his personality in the end.

“You know, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation at the desk.”How long had he been standing there?

“Rude much? Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was impolite to listen to other people’s phone conversations?”

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