Page 57 of Breaking the Rules

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"Pretty good?"

"You're hot, yeah, but at what cost?"

"I like working out."

"But you could be watching TV."

I can't help but chuckle. "At whatever weight challenges you."

"So you think I'm going to give up."

I shrugmaybe.

Her eyes narrow. "Fine. But I want a prize."

She presses her red lips together.

Fuck, she has pretty lips.

Lush. Soft. Perfect around my—

No.

I can't let my head go there.

It doesn't matter how much I want those perky tits in my hands. Or how much I want that smart mouth—

"If I win—" I steer my thoughts back to the conversation. "I'll buy you coffee."

"You'll do that anyway."

"Ask for something else."

"You do the dishes. For a week."

"All right. And if I win."

"Doesn't matter. You won't." She offers her hand.

I shake.

Her smile widens.

Determination spreads over her expression.

It calls every ounce of my attention.

I want to keep pushing her.

To bring out that fire.

To be around this fierce girl.

She skips to the weight rack.

She struggles with the plate, but she manages to bring it back to the seat.

We take turns loading the bar.

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