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I make a face, my gaze meeting Pete’s. He doesn’t let me brush it off. Pete could always tell when I was hiding something. He would have made a great prosecutor f he hadn’t joined Rampwood & Stein.
“It’s stressful,” I admit with a shrug, taking a sip of my champagne. Pete’s eyebrows raise as he nods thoughtfully.
“I thought your boxing classes were supposed to help with all that tension?”
Ugh. My boxing classes. My stomach twists. Well, it wasn’tonlythe boxing that was helping me de-stress. I think now they might be contributing to all my tension.
“They were. They aren’t anymore.”
“Maybe you’re all hit out. Perhaps you should take up yoga?”
“Yeah. Maybe.” The idea makes me even more miserable. Not seeing Jimmy five times a week? That would suck. I know he doesn’t want a relationship, but I liked what we were doing. I was comfortable. We chatted. It wasn’t only hooking up or even just personal training. Webonded.
It was almost like a form of therapy. Like, friends-with-benefits therapy. I could talk to him about stuff that was stressing me out the same as I could speak with Holly. I liked that. I’ve never had that with anyone but Holly before. I think I might almost miss that more than the orgasms now Grady is there, and we don’t talk about anything but training anymore.
“Enough about me. What’s happening in your life?”
Pete makes a face. “Work. Dad signed the company up for a SeattleU alumni event on contracts next week.”
“You mean he signed you up.”
“Exactly. I hate those fucking things,” Pete grumbles, draining his champagne. With a sigh, he glances down at it. “I’d better go chat with Romero. Don’t you hide out here in the corner. Go. Mingle. Have fun.”
I make a face, watching him move through the crowd, grabbing another champagne and stopping to chat with his football-playing client.
I turn back to the window. I’ll mingle once I’ve finished my champagne. I want to watch the view a bit longer first.
Chapter 14
JIMMY
I look up at the knock on my door, relief flooding me at the sight of Mike standing there, dressed in workout pants and the navy Dynamo staff polo shirt.
“You’re back?”
“Yeah. Sorry it took so long, but it’s all sorted now.”
“Your old man okay?”
Mike nods, blowing out a breath as he strides into the room, dropping into the chair across from my desk.
“Yeah. Mom’s managing. He’s got a PT coming a few times a week to help with his movement, and his speech is hard to understand unless you’re concentrating, but I think he will be okay.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re handling it as well. Are you coming back full-time, or do you need light duties?”
Mike makes a face, running his hand over his cornrows. “Put me in, coach. I’m itching to get back to work. I think I was going a little crazy stuck in that house.”
Flashing him a grin, I pull up the class schedule. “Your Bootcamp is on in three hours – you good to take it?”
“You know it.”
Great. That’s one less thing on my plate. “There haven’t been many changes to the class. Two new members and Josie Hart switched from boot camps to the Spincycle class.”
Mike makes a face. “I can’t compete with those girls’ energy. They’re not human.”
I nod in agreement. The sheer amount of upbeat energy the Spincycle instructors generate is a thing of awe. They’re so perky all the time. It’s a little unsettling in some ways.
I run through the lesson plans I have been using, and Mike nods until my eyes land on the computer clock. Shit. Thelma’s boxing class starts in five minutes.
