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“Yeah, I can see that.”
I retrieve my coat from the floor and hide my bra within the inner pocket. “Goodnight, Oliver.”
“Goodnight, Paige,” he says, his voice as stiff as his stare. “Thanks for showing me around Boston.”
“Hey,” I say as I leave. “What are friends for?”
Carpe fucking diem, right?
CHAPTER 26
PAIGE
I tap the up arrow on the treadmill’s dashboard, increasing my already brisk pace to something a little more... urgent.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Outrunning my memories was already exhausting enough, even as faded as they were. Now, with Oliver’s kiss still so fresh on my lips, they’re outright impossible for me to outrun.
I’m glad
I could be there for you.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
I wipe the sweat off my brow as I stare out the window in front of my treadmill.
The fitness center at the Boston location is near the top floor and offers fantastic views of the streets below. I watch the sporadic pedestrian and early morning car fly by as the sun rises. It’s nice and peaceful.
At least, it would be if it weren’t for... you know.
Ass like this
shouldn’t go to waste.
I won’t make that mistake again. That’s for sure. Our one-night stand became a two-night stand, but I’ll be damned if I let it become a three-night stand.
Oliver Black, you’ve officially been friend-zoned. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To be such good friends…
Fuck, I’m going to pass out.
I slap the dashboard, fumbling for a moment on the unfamiliar interface to find the down arrow before my lungs explode.
The tread steadily slows down and my music rises over the noise of the screaming machine once more. Hello again, Britney. Welcome back.
I walk with a clunky stride until my pulse returns to a normal rhythm. A few more pedestrians pass down below. I wonder how many of them fucked their bosses last night.
Ugh.
I hit stop. That’s enough cardio for one day. Time to hit the showers, get dressed, go to work, and pretend like last night never happened.
I step off the treadmill and startle. There’s a man standing a foot or two behind me in the deserted gym with his hands in his pants pocket.
Tucked-in dress shirt. Clean-shaven face.
Icy blue eyes.
