Strenuous physical sessions.
“Yeah?” I choke out.
She nods. “It can improve circulation too.”
“Interesting.”
“And it just feels good,” she breathes.
The woman is trying to kill me.
“Maybe,” I mutter.
“You should.”
She stands and gestures toward the hallway leading to the locker rooms. “Honestly, every athlete here should use it. How lucky are we that Bryce had one built? I swear, he thought of everything.”
I rise from the bench.
Keeping a safe distance between us.
“He did.”
“Except for a cold plunge. I told him that needs to be his next investment. Sauna, then a cold plunge—that’s a recovery power couple. But for now, we’ll have to make do with cold showers.”
I lift a brow. “Cold showers?”
She nods. “Yeah. It’s not the same as a fifty-degree tub, but it’ll do in a pinch. A quick fix.”
I swallow hard. A cold shower is exactly the fix I need right about now.
“So, you want to try it out with me?”
“What?”
She giggles. “The sauna.”
Fuck yes.
“Can’t,” I say.
“Why not?”
“I’ve got an early class.”
“Oh. Bummer.”
Disappointment flickers briefly across her face.
Or maybe I imagine it.
“That’s too bad.”
“Yeah.” The word comes out rougher than intended, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
“Maybe next time.”
My entire body locks up.
