Page 14 of Forbidden Puck
Well, that was weird, but I guess it's none of my business.
“What about the rest of the building?” I asked.
“You want to see that, too?”
“Sure!”
After Radar put on his shoes, we left the condo and took the elevator down to the second floor. We stepped off the elevator, and he pushed through the glass double-doors and we stepped into a gargantuan fitness center, with all sorts of machinery and equipment and free weights.
“This is where I spend most of my free time,” he said, proudly.
“It shows,” I said quietly, unsure if I'd meant it as a compliment or a gentle poke at his ego.
But it was an adorable moment, in that dorky jock kind of way, that the first thing he'd think to show me was the friggin'fitness center.
“Did you bring your workout clothes?” he asked me.
“I did, actually. If I don't exercise regularly, I go insane.” I added, “More insane than normal, that is.”
“Yeah, same here,” he said with a smile in his eyes. Then his eyes darted down to my arms. “I was going to say, you've got some guns, girl.”
“Yeah. Lance taught me how to work out.” I flexed my bicep for him, and his lips cinched into an impressed o-ring. “Wanna feel?”
A small smile appeared on his lips, and Radar wrapped his hand around my arm. His enormous hand made my bicep look minuscule. Gently, he gave a couple squeezes.
“Daaamn.So Lance was good for something after all,” he joked.
I snickered. “I think I like you, Radar.”
He whisked me out of the fitness center, and down the hall, to the building's indoor swimming pool. They also had a private room with a hot-tub.
“Did you bring your swimsuit?” he asked.
“I did. I was actually all packed up to go to Key West.”
“Key West? Oh, that's right, Lance mentioned you had plans that fell through—”
“Yeah. Don't ask. It's a long story.”
Radar bobbed his head with understanding. “Ah. Well. That's pretty much it for the tour. I guess there's also a rooftop—”
“Show me!”
He laughed. “Alright, alright. Let's go.”
***
The rooftop had a full lounge, complete with a bar and seating area. And, of course, a wonderful view of the wharf and the not-so-distant downtown skyline.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked him as I pulled my wallet from my bag.
He looked a little surprised. “I was going to offer to buy you one.”
“No, I insist. You gave me a tour like I asked,andyou're putting me up for a few days. Let me treat you to a drink, Radar.”
He chuckled and agreed. “Well, alright, sure. Next one is on me, though.”
We took our drinks to the ledge of the rooftop and watched the Boston marina traffic.
