Page 75 of Opening Strain

His warning is something I’ve told myself countless times. Still. “We’re ducking the reporters like usual. The UC PR team is even getting a restraining order for her.”

“What’s going on between you two?”

That’s the million-dollar question.The way we kiss sets my blood on fire, but I’m not sharing this with Luke—we’re not “friends.” I play it off. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“When you answer my question with a question, I know the cocky lead singer of Untamed Coaster is getting in deep.”

How do I counter this? “She’s Darren’s girlfriend. She’s on theDo Not Fucklist.”

“Was,” he clarifies. “And Darren’s request died with him.”

I stare at the tray ceiling. “None of us would dare touch her.” Although I already have. My cock twitches wanting to again.

“I think Jenna’s a great woman. Smart. Talented at her job. Hell, she got Darren fixed up in no time. She’s working wonders with your injury too.”

“She is.” She’s remarkable. Funny. Smart.

“Do you like her?”

There it is. The question of the year. “Of course I like her,” I explode. “I shouldn’t. Can’t. Do.”Oh shit, did I just admit this out loud?

He sucks in his breath. “All right. This changes everything.”

“No,” I backtrack. “You got it wrong. She’s my physical therapist. Nothing more.”

He rattles, “I’ll need to prepare the guys. 007, especially, will have a hard time with this.”

The extent of my idiotic attraction to Jenna hits me between my eyes. “I won’t pursue her. It’s not fair to the band. Besides, I’m outta here in four days.”Still have ninety-six hours.

“It’s fine if you’re with her.”

“I’m not.”

“Just give me the word. I’ll need a heads-up to prepare the band.”

“Again. Not needed.”

“Didn’t have this on my bingo card.”

“Luke, listen to me! We’re not together.” Why does saying this make my stomach punch in on itself?

“I got you, B. Listen, I should get going. Lots of details to tie up for the tour. Good luck with your physical therapy.” He pauses. “And your therapist.”

The line goes dead before I can refute his innuendo. Fuck. I toss my cell onto the bed as Jenna enters the suite.

“Hey there.” She’s back in her scrubs, with her hair in a ponytail, a chipper smile gracing her face. Too chipper.

If she knew what I was discussing with Luke, I’m sure she wouldn’t be so happy. Not going to ruin her mood, though. “Hi.” I stand. “Let me put on my shorts and I’ll be ready to start.”

“Perfect. I’ll set up in here while you change.”

I retreat into the huge closet, and slip my workout shorts up my hips. My shirt is tossed onto the carpet. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Jenna pauses in setting up the mat on the hardwood for me to do the towel exercises. She swallows before donning another sunny smile.Yes! She’s not immune.“Great.”

She adds more weight to my first round of exercises in order to increase the level of difficulty. It hits me like the heavy kettlebell. “Where did you get these weights and the mat?”

“Austin brought them over.”

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