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Getting down in position, Myles waited for Ashton.
“And go!” Ash glanced at his watch.
Myles instantly dropped down and pushed himself up. He started rapidly completing the push-ups until he found a good steady rhythm. Sweat formed and ran down his face, but he kept going.
Myles Burton wasn’t a punk.
He would do one hundred push-ups in front of his team.
Challenging each other wasn’t new. That was a common thing with the guys. It was the camaraderie amongst them that kept them close. The current members of SWAT cheered him on.
“Eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two,” they counted aloud for him.
He released a curse, feeling himself slow down.
His muscles burned and shook, but he refused to give up. His movements fell in sync with their counting.
“Ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two,” they continued.
“Finish strong, Burton,” Mac growled near him. His sergeant knelt on the ground next to him. “Push through the pain,” he ordered.
Myles growled and pulled strength from deep within him and kept going.
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine…one hundred!”
Myles shoved off the ground and flexed his arms. “Woo!” he shouted, whipping his cap off. Before it had helped keep the chill from him, and while he’d been doing push-ups, it kept the sweat from sliding into his eyes, but now, he was hot.
The applause went around. Myles’s team members slapped him on the back. Myles laughed as the guys taunted him. His eyes connected with Roxxy’s, and he threw her a wink before turning back to the recruits.
“All right, people. Let’s get to it.”
