“You two should come. They won’t believe you sent us,” Charles pointed out.
“I’ll call them. East’s wife just had surgery and needs to get home,” Avery supplied.
“Aw man, that sucks,” Steven stated.
I nodded. “It’s cool. She’s a fighter.”
“Good.” Charles clapped me on the back. They didn’t ask why Brooke had surgery and I didn’t elaborate. These were gym friends and guys I only saw for a few hours a week, and we mostly tried to out lift, out run, out anything with each other.
“What about you Avery?”
He grinned his shit-eating grin. “I need to go home and fuck my wife.”