Page 60 of Breaking the Rules

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A wicked smile spreads over her lips. "Am I?"

"Just grab it."

"Well, if you want itthatbadly." She wraps her hands around the barbell. "Too hard?"

"No. You're good."

"Noted." Her brown eyes light up as she laughs. "What's the point of this?"

"If you want to lose to me…"

Fire fills her eyes.

It's out of the question.

She nods alet's do this.

I get into position, ready to catch the weight if it's too heavy for her. "Lift the bar above the guardrail."

She grimaces as she pushes the bar up.

"You've got it." I keep my hand over the bar. "Now lower it to your chest."

Slowly, she lowers her arms.

"This is a push motion. This is where it really starts."

"Now you tell me."

"It's been easy, hasn't it?"

"No. It's fucking heavy."

I can't help but chuckle.

"What's funny about that?"

"It is fucking heavy."

"Well, yeah." Her eyes narrow. Her lips press together. With a grunt, she pushes the weight up.

"Don't lock your elbows."

"What?"

My fingers brush her arm. "Keep a soft bend here."

"Oh." She finishes the movement. Takes a deep breath. Lowers slowly.

"You have good form."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Let's go for five."

She groans. "Fine."

But she's faking that discontent.

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