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"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked as he checked out his arms to gauge his progress.
"I am," I replied.
"Treadmills is free," Ben announced as he returned.
I was on a month's leave. I needed the vacation but I was bored. Ian was always at the gym in the mornings and Ben hadn't been there in a while. It was one of the few moments we were seen together without having to be wearing our medical cloaks.
"I think I'm done for today," I sighed. I made a mental count of how many sets I had taken.
"Same. Ethan attempted to kill me," Ian said.
"I said I'm sorry." I sucked my teeth.
"None of us are into bone repairs, mind you," he warned.
"You're really going to milk this huh?" I raised a brow.
He shrugged and got down, wiping the bench clean for the next person who would use it.
"Oh my God, are they celebrities?"
"They look so hot."
The giggles and chirps from the female members of the gym attracted our attention and we turned our eyes to them. They giggled and looked away.
"That's your cue," Ben said.
"I told you guys. I'm no longer interested in any of that," I said.
"What?" He raised a brow.
"I'm as shocked as you are, Ben," Ian said. "It would seem the middle child has finally gotten to the point he no longer thinks with his penis."
Ian punched me in the stomach but not too hard. "That's for almost letting me crush under those weights."
"Why you little…" I rushed after him, but Ben easily held me back with one hand.
"What's this about changing?" Ben asked.
"That's what you're concerned about?" I asked as I calmed down. "I just did."
"He fell in love and she spat in his face," Ian revealed.
It was surprising how his behavior could switch from being the most mature of the three of us, and he would easily switch back to being the youngest if we weren't working.
"Who? Stacy?" Ben asked. "Come to think of it, I didn't see her at the wedding. I even called her, and she said she couldn't make it."
"You've spoken to her?" I asked.
"Yeah, she even called to congratulate me," he said.
"And she called me to ask for advice," Ian said. "Guess she must really hate you now."
"What did you do though?" Ben asked.
"I… spat in her face," I replied. "I called her a user."
"Stacy was a user?" Ben asked.
