"Veryimpressive," I agreed snickering.
Remy's eyes narrowed at me. "You got an agenda here, beautiful?"
I laughed lightly. "Not at all, handsome. I just needed a workout partner and thought you would be good."
His brows pinched together but there was soft smile on his face. "Okay. If you say so."
"Well let's get to it people." Tia clapped her hands twice. "Time to see you sweat."
She led us down the hallway to one of the private training rooms. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined one wall; racks of weights and resistance bands were organized along the other. A row of kettlebells sat in the corner next to a stack of medicine balls.
Remy stepped inside and looked around slowly. “Is this where you torture people?” he asked jokingly.
Tia grinned. “I prefer the termtransform.”
I leaned against the wall stretching my hamstrings. “Same difference.”
Remy glanced between us.
“Relax,” I teased. “It’s just a workout.”
Tia clapped her hands once. “Alright. Warm-up first. Let’s get the blood moving.”
She started us off with jumping jacks, arm circles, and bodyweight squats. Remy fell right into rhythm, movements controlled and steady.
“Okay,” Tia said after a minute, nodding approvingly. “Not bad.”
Remy shot me a look like,see?I shrugged innocently.
Next came lunges, high knees, and some light kettlebell swings. Sweat started to gather along his temples, but he was still breathing evenly.
Tia glanced at me. “He’s holding up.”
“Mmhm,” I hummed casually. “For now.”
Remy caught that. “For now?” he repeated.
Tia smiled slowly. “That was just the warm-up.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, y’all serious?”
I laughed. “You thought we came here to stretch and be cute?”
Tia walked over to the whiteboard and picked up a marker. “Alright, Remy. Welcome to HIIT.”
She wrote out the circuit:
Battle ropes – 60 seconds
Box jumps – 60 seconds
Burpees – 60 seconds
Rest – 40 seconds
Eight rounds.
Remy squinted at the board. “Hold up,” he said. “Burpees too?”
