At Wits' End: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy by Kenzie Reed

Author:Kenzie Reed [Reed, Kenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kenzie Reed
Published: 2021-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

DONOVAN

The rain pours down in sheets. The tension in my chest is coiled up and ready to explode, and I’m itching to hit the jogging trail. This never-ending drama with my family, coupled with the threat of my business imploding and letting my best friend down, is squeezing me like a vise.

I need to run.

I drive into town, park in front of the Body & Soul gym and yoga studio, and walk inside.

Jonas, the gym owner, is behind the counter when I walk in. He’s a broad-shouldered, dark-skinned guy with a high-top fade, wearing a tank top that reveals sculpted biceps. “Long time no see,” I say to Jonas. “I’d like to sign up for a membership for me and Sienna.” Small town. I went to high school with him. His dad was my gym coach in middle school. He knows me, and he knows her.

“Oh, Sienna already bought a pack of day passes,” he says. “She was in earlier. She wanted me to tell you she ran for twenty minutes. Also, she left something for you in case you came in.”

He pulls out an envelope from behind the counter and hands it to me. It’s a pop-up card – and the pop up is a hand with a middle finger extended. She’s scrawled “That’s for making me JOG!!!” I’ve earned three exclamation points. I must be pretty special. Jonas catches a glimpse of it and shoots me a puzzled look.

“My wife, she’s such a joker.” I laugh a little too heartily, fold up the card and stuff it into my gym bag. “Can you just add her to my gym membership and refund her the day passes?”

“I will do that right now. The refund should show up on her card in a day or two.”

I know this will get under Miss Independent’s skin. I mean, we’ve got a troubled history, but will she ever lay it to rest? Why won’t she let me help her? She’s still bugging me to tell her how much the furniture cost. She won’t even let me make her coffee. I was shocked that she asked me to do the cow horn thing.

I stuff my frustration down deep and head into the locker room. Angus, Pamela’s husband, is changing back into a suit. A tall, rangy man with a shock of blond hair, he was a couple of years ahead of me in high school. He greets me with a wave.

“Hey, Angus. How’s the wife?” I ask. “Is she still sticking pins in a voodoo doll with my name on it?”

He flashes me a friendly grin. “I can neither confirm nor deny. Mostly because she’s a demon of vengeance when she wants to be, and I’d like to maintain the ability to father more children. But the fact that she was willing to rent you an office in our building is a sign that she’s not currently feeling too murderous towards you. How are you settling back into life in Greenvale?”

“Very nicely, thank you.

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