Fit for You by Cynthia Tennent

Author:Cynthia Tennent [Tennent, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

LESSON TWELVE

Push Yourself, Even When It Hurts

No one said a word to me as I walked back inside the restaurant. No one had to say anything. The muffled hush that descended on the room was enough. With burning cheeks, I made my way back to the table where J.D. and Elizabeth had just started digging into their meal.

Edge followed behind me, as if nothing had just happened. He held out my chair and I sat.

“Hey, how’s the chicken wings tonight, J.D.?” Edge asked. “I tried them with sriracha last time and I tasted them for days afterwards. It was like having leftovers.”

“Gross,” Elizabeth said, sending me a bright look. I could tell she was concerned.

Elizabeth’s fiancé played the game of diversion almost as well as Edge. “The way you treat sriracha as if it’s soup, I’m not surprised.”

I sent them a grateful smile and then a booming voice interrupted us. “Man, that was tough to watch, Lily. I’ve never, and I mean never, seen someone wipe out on a treadmill the way you did.”

Aubrey planted her hands on the table and I shrunk down on the chair. Before she could sit next to me, Edge plopped down on the vacant seat.

Aubrey wasn’t put off. She wagged her thumb at the television screen behind her that had shifted back to Comerica Park. They were removing the tarp from the infield.

“Seriously, Lily. I’m not sure I will ever get on a treadmill again after witnessing that catastrophe. But hey, don’t be embarrassed by what Rod Macintosh said afterward.”

“What did he say?” I asked in a tiny voice.

Across from me Elizabeth stuffed chili cheese fries in her mouth at an alarming rate.

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Aubrey’s eyes glowed and her lip curled. Then she faked decency. “Maybe I shouldn’t—”

Edge reached across the table and grabbed a wing and the bottle of sriracha. “Hey, Aubrey, whatever happened to that problem with cold sores you used to ha—”

Aubrey ignored him. “Rod was all about the fact that some trainers have less experience than others. And the safety-first thing, of course.”

My cheeks felt as hot as the sauce Edge was currently using to drown the chicken wing J.D. had offered him.

Rod had been an ass since I met him. He had flirted with all the females and even some of the males. Twice he had asked if I wanted to work out with him. Everyone knew what that code word really meant. Rumor was the man approached sex like he lifted weights. One of the girls on set had described it as heavy breathing, lots of grunting, and a tendency to watch his biceps while thrusting. Even without the TMI comments, I would have refused him. He made my skin crawl.

The thought of Rod commenting about me on national television was nauseating. I looked at the chicken breast on the plate in front of me and pushed it away.

Edge waved the chicken wing in front of Aubrey’s nose. She put a hand on Edge’s shoulder. “Aren’t you supposed to be behind the bar?”

He untied his bar apron.

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