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“Only one left. I saved it for you.”

“Aw, thank. You, but I can always make more.” I eye Lucas who followed me, like normal. “Have you had any?” I ask, realizing that he never answered my question earlier.

“No. You eat it.”

I break it into half as best as I can. “Here.”

Lucas takes it and holds it.

I pop mine into my mouth, but instead of chewing it, I push it into one of my cheeks, let it pop out, and then shove it back in again.

Lucas just shakes his head.

But then he licks his half, slowly, taking his time, as if he’s enjoying himself.

As if he knows how to use that tongue.

“It’s all in finding the right spot to lick,” he murmurs before popping it into his mouth and chewing and swallowing it.

I almost choke on my half.

“You all right there, Dawn?” Lucas asks with a smirk.

I lick my lips before biting my lower lip. “Maybe I…”

But then I realize Pamela, his cousin, is right here, listening.

Yeah, what we talk about really isn’t appropriate for a fitness trainer-trainee, but it is working for us, for me.

For now.

But I will break him. I’ll get him to realize that he needs to treat others with respect no matter their size and not hide behind motivation bullshit.

“Maybe I should go,” I say lamely, and I rush out of there. I swear he laughs as I go, and it’s only once I’m in car that I realize I never gave Pat an answer.

Should I use him to get to Lucas? But that would make me no better than Lucas…

Hell, maybe I’m already no better than Lucas.

Maybe we’re two damaged people who deserve each other.

CHAPTER23

When I return to the dorm, Brooke and Declan are in the room. Thankfully, they aren’t doing anything I wouldn’t want to walk in and see. They’re just talking about some kind of event, probably pertaining to the dojo. Talk about a place to find the guy for you—karate for her, gym for me.

I snort and shake my head.

Brooke glances over. ‘How are your workout?”

“Lucas pushed me harder than ever today,” I say. “I swear it was punishment.”

“For what?”

“Lucas is your trainer, right?” Declan asks.

I nod.

“It seems like he’s helping you all right,” he says. “Er, I meant that in a good way.”

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