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“I’m not sure,” I admit.

“Daydream about screwing Lucas?” she asks with a grin.

I just laugh, but maybe she’s onto something.

Just screwing him over instead of actually screwing him.

CHAPTER11

The next day, at the gym, I’m ready for whatever Lucas can throw my way. I didn’t binge yesterday even though I thought about it, and I texted Kelly just to be friendly. In a way, she reminds me of heather, my old gym buddy who had moved away. I should call or text her and see how she’s settling in.

Lucas isn’t by the welcome desk when I walk in, though, which is surprising.

Pamela beams at me. “He should be right out.”

I nod. “Thanks. How are you?”

“I’m good! Yourself?”

I shake my head.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her expression immediately becoming one of compassion.

“How are you?” I stress. “Really. Not just what you tell everyone.”

She smiles widely at me. “I’m good. Really.”

I grimace. “I’m not.”

“No? What’s wrong, Dawn?”

“I thought we might be friends, but clearly, we aren’t because you won’t open up.”

Still smiling, she shakes her head and points at me. “You haven’t really opened up to me either,” she counters.

“Touché,” I concede. “I have issues with bingeing.”

I have no idea why I’ve told two people this in the same span of days, but there it is. Maybe you can only defeat a weakness if you don’t deny that it’s a flaw. I mean, it’s a weakness of mine. Ignoring it won’t make it go away, and I can’t pretend that’s not a part of me, especially not if I want it to eventually become a part of my past and not one in my future too.

Pamela’s compassionate expression returns. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you want some guidance on that? We have nutritionists on staff here who might be able to help you.”

“I’ve been doing a little better lately,” I tell her. “It’s good to know that, though. Thanks.”

“Of course. Oh, look,” Pamela says, pointing. “Here’s your knight in fitness training armor now.”

I snort. “I don’t see any armor.”

“Under Armor doesn’t count?” Lucas asks with a smirk.

I just smirk right back at him and can’t help thinking about how I would like to see what was under his Under Armor.

Maybe he realizes what I’m thinking or at least something along those lines because he snorts and tilts his head to the side and starts to walk away. I follow him.

“I’m not going to go easy on you today,” he warns.

“Good. Punish me.”

He side-eyes me.

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