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Ugh, why’d that thought have to come along for the ride? I’d been doing so well at not thinking about him as I’d talked with Trey, our bond finally drifting across the distance and up through the line.
I hit enter so the program’s formula could add and subtract and work its magic. “Yikes. This is exactly why we should hold workout classes, but no one listens to me.”
At this particular moment, that was especially true considering everyone else had gone home for the day.
I grabbed my phone so I could see what Trey had texted me. Only it wasn’t Trey.
Shane:I’m bored. Come over and entertain me.
His address—presumably—followed.
Me:I should come over and teach you a lesson, because clearly you still don’t know how to say please or ask politely.
Shane:PLEASE come teach me a lesson. I’ve been very naughty.
Heat settled into my cheeks—I’d walked right into that one.
I tapped my lip, contemplating how to reply. I couldn’t go over there, even if the temptation danced through my mind, making all sorts of justifications about why it wouldn’t be a big deal.
The fact that I felt the need to justify it was reason enough.
Me:I’ll have to teach you a lesson during our sparring session tomorrow.
Shane:This is why I don’t ask. Then you go thinking you’ve got options, and I don’t want to wait till tomorrow. I want to see you NOW
Me:We’ll also have to work on your temper tantrums.
Shane:Sounds like we’ve got a lot to fix. We better start ASAP
Shane:COME OVER
Me:Can’t. I’M WORKING.
My phone rang instead of chimed, and my response to the unexpected noise involved jumping and nearly dropping it. After a quick moment to compose myself, I answered.
“Are you at the gym alone?” Shane asked.
“No?”
“Damn it, bruiser. It’s nine thirty at night.”
“Adam’s here,” I said, since he was the one who’d left last.
Shane grumbled something I couldn’t quite make out, but I was sure there were at least a couple of expletives.
“Well, anyway, thanks for the update on the time. Looking at my cell phone to find out is so taxing.”
“Keeping track of you is taxing,” Shane said.
“I don’t need you to keep track of me. Besides, I’m getting ready to head home,” I lied. It was quiet and I was on a roll. “I’ll see you tomorrow, though.” Hopefully I hadn’t sounded as desperate as I felt for tomorrow to be now.
“Good night, Brooklyn,” he said.
“Good night, Shane.” I hung up and tried very hard to not think about how a few minutes on the phone with him had made me feel better than I’d felt all day.
Chapter Nineteen
Shane
