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“All good. You’re safe where that’s concerned,” I reply.
“Because you’d rather have Maxxy?” City nudges me from behind.
I tense, so much pain shoots through my back, and I wince. “Fuck, no! She’s irritating as all hell.”
Izzy turns to look at City as we exit the hall.
City walks past us toward Hurricane and Kaia. “Okay, brother. You keep telling yourself that.”
I huff, turning to face Izzy as we head toward the gym. “Why the fuck does he think I’m into Maxxy?”
Izzy shrugs. “Are you?”
“No!” I groan defensively.
She smiles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I believeyoubelieve that.”
I scowl. “What the fuck doesthatmean?”
Izzy walks me over to her drop table. “It means, sometimes, we can’t see things that are right in front of us. But if you and Maxxy are just friends, then… you’re just friends. No one is going to push you into anything you don’t want, Hoodoo.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I state, “She’s obnoxious.”
Izzy shrugs. “Okay?”
“And so fucking headstrong.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
I pause, moving to sit on the table. “No, she’s just…” I pause, not really knowing where I am going with this.
Izzy moves in beside me. “Take off your cut and shirt, then lay on your stomach for me.”
Shucking off my cut, I place it on the chair beside the table, then draw off my shirt, curl it up in a ball, and throw it next to my cut. I lay face down on the table, my head sinking into the small opening. Closing my eyes, I take a second to just breathe as Izzy’s hands slide out along my back, pressing down and feeling all my sore spots. I can’t help but tense even more as she checks me out.
“Damn, Hoodoo, why did you let yourself get this bad?”
Letting out a long breath, I groan as she pushes down on a tender spot. “You know how it is, Iz. You get fucking occupied with club shit—”
She cuts me off. “I need you to come and see me once a week. No excuses. Your back requires some TLC. Now, I’m gonna do some manipulation, if you’re okay with that, to loosen up your spine.”
“Iz, I’ll let you do a fucking cartwheel across my back if it will help at this point.”
She snickers, pulling my arms up beside me on the table. “Okay, deep breath in…” I breathe in, “… and all the way out.” I let it out, and she pushes down on my spine in such a way that all the gas bubbles in my joints crack so loudly, the relief is instant. I let out an animalistic groan as Izzy slides my hands down, and they dangle from the table.
“Jesus, Izzy, you have miracle hands,” I murmur.
“That’s what City says,” she quips.
I scrunch up my face when she drops some oil or something equally lubricating onto my naked back. “All right, I’m going to do some remedial massage. I am warning you… this is gonna hurt, and Iamsorry, but Ineedto do this to ease up those tense muscles.”
“Do what you gotta do,” I tell her.
Her thumb presses into the muscle just above my glute, and I just about go up into the ceiling. “Fuck!” I gasp, but it comes out breathy because it hurts so damn much.
“Breathe through it, Hoodoo… go to a happy place.”
I clench my eyes shut, trying to think of ‘G.’ But the problem is, I don’t know what she looks or sounds like. So it’s hard to visualize a happy place when all I have are letters to focus on.
