Page 38 of Over the Moon

It wasn’t my first time getting off to thoughts of Eloise Gable.

Hell, it wasn’t even my first time today, as I’d woken up with a boner, and she was my first thought.

But I needed to pull my shit together and shake this off.

She was right—it couldn’t go anywhere.

And I needed to focus on getting into the best shape of my life.

I was a professional, after all.

I quickly got dressed and stopped in the kitchen, where I grabbed a protein shake and chugged it.

“Feeling better?” Eloise said from behind me, and I whipped around to find her standing there fully clothed.

Not even close.

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Eloise

“What is that?”I asked, tracking the notebook on the counter that had our names written in Sharpie across the top as I walked into his kitchen.

“I thought we could start keeping a notebook that we communicate in. You know, like texting but on paper,” he chuckled as he pushed a protein shake in my direction.

Yes, Clark Chadwick was now concerned about my nutritional needs, and he’d convinced me to drink one of his fruity blended protein drinks every day when I arrived in the morning.

Sometimes we drank them after our runs, but today was a swim day, so we didn’t run this morning.

“Thank you.” I reached for the shake and took a sip before turning my attention to the notebook. “Why would we communicate in a notebook?”

“Because it’s your thing, Weeze,” he said, as if it made perfectly good sense.

I flipped open the cover to see a note from him.

Weeze,

I’m feeling stronger than I’ve felt in a long time. I’m getting my stride back. I’d like more time on the ice and longer runs, but I will let you decide.

Professionally yours,

Clark Chadwick

I barked out a laugh. “Professionally yours?”

“Well, you’re so concerned about making sure things are professional, so I was being respectful.”

My stomach dipped at the way his green eyes took me in as he spoke.

“Very professional, Hotshot.” I pulled the notebook from the counter and dropped it into my bag. “I’m glad you’re feeling strong. I’ve noticed it, too. I was going to see if you wanted to get out on the ice today after our swim. And we can definitely increase your mileage this week. You’re ready.”

“Great. But I’d prefer you put it in the notebook.” He winked before slamming the rest of his protein shake.

Damn, the man looked sexy, with his tousled hair falling over his forehead and his arms strained against his fitted white tee.

“Oh, now the notebook is your thing, too?”

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