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“Looks like a class is getting ready to start. Do you want to join?”
With a sigh, I leave my daydream and turn to Avery with a glower. “I thought we came down here to work out in the new facility.”
“The new group fitness program is a huge part of the grand opening for next week. We could check it out.”
“What’s the class?”
Avery squints at the schedule. “Pilates.”
“Pilates?” I’ve heard of it, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t involve barbells and heavy reps, so I’ve never taken a closer look.
We step aside to allow another small group of women to enter the studio, closing the door behind them.
“Yeah. It’s like yoga or something.”
“I don’t do yoga.”
“Fran says it’s like yoga but harder.”
Another group of tall, fit women in pastel leggings and matching sports bras pass us to enter the room.
Once the door closes behind them, I turn back to Avery with an unconvinced look. “How hard could it be, Ave, if these are the people taking the class?”
He laughs and claps me on the shoulder, already reaching for the handle as if I agreed to attend. “Exactly, man. Let’s just go in there and kick some Pilates ass, and then we’ll get brunch.”
He’s already halfway through the door, holding it open for me. I huff and follow him into the studio.
The room is gorgeous.
This is what I really came down here to see, and it’s worth whatever fluffy class we have to sit through to get to experience it.
When I was here last, this was just framed out plywood, awaiting sheetrock. Now it’s a glowing white and oak fitness studio, splashed with bright tropical colors in the form of jewel toned workout mats and hanging pendant lights. One full wall is mirrors, and there is a thin wooden bar railing across the opposite wall.
Directly in front of us is a large, two door closet where women line up to grab mats, resistance bands, and inflatable balls.
What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?
“Doesn’t it look great?” Avery is asking from beside me as we wait our turn.
“It does. The space really came together.”
The man puffs up like a rooster, pride written across his face. I shake my head and look away. While it’s true that this was his little pet project over the last year, I had as much say in all of it as he did.
The last woman ahead of us takes a seafoam green mat from an outstretched hand inside the closet, and we step to the front of the line.
“Okay…” the woman in the closet says, her back to us, as she pulls two more mats out of the shadowy corner. “We’re starting to get full, but I think there’s still enough?—”
She stops dead as she faces us, two fuchsia mats in her arms.
Well, if it isn’t Victoria, the lovely, dirty talking, cock-sucking woman from last night.
Her shoulder length black hair glimmers under the fluorescent lighting, perfectly framing her slender face. Those big green eyes pierce through me with the same intensity I remember from less than twelve hours before.
When she was mine.
“Room for two more.” She recovers quickly, although her color doesn't return.
She passes the mats to Avery, not meeting my eyes.
