“Will you have a third session?”
The first had gone so well two months ago that Mac, his boss, had asked Gavin and Landon to do a second set. “I’m not sure yet. You’d have to talk to Mac. I’m glad the class is helping though. Make sure you practice at home, and see you next Friday for our last class, unless I run into you in the gym first.”
They scrambled to leave, but he overheard mention of his smoky-gray eyes and to-die-for abs between a few breathy sighs. He resisted the urge to power flex as he straightened up the large room, setting the mats to rights.
Another successful self-defense class at Jameson’s Gym, courtesy of the Donnigan brothers.
Of course, it helped whenbothbrothers did the labor instead of the lamer one panting over a hot chick.
Gavin sighed, wishing he could be more annoyed with his older brother, now laughing at something Ava—his fiancée—said. Trust Landon to find happiness and laziness at the same time. The guy who would throw a shit fit if Gavin forgot to put the toilet seat down or wipe up a water mark on the kitchen counter now saw nothing wrong with mats askew and a few plastic water bottles lying around.
He gave his brother a look, but Landon pretended to ignore him. “Dick,” Gavin muttered loud enough for Landon to hear him, despite there still being a few stragglers gathering up their things before leaving.
The jackass continued to dismiss him in favor of Ava’s sexy grin. Though the finger he stuck up behind his back hinted he might not be as focused as he pretended. Good to know Major OCD still understood when he was getting insulted. Gavin straightened after tossing another bottle into a bin and nearly tripped over the finest ass to grace the gym since he’d started working at the place.
Well, well. The treadmill thief hadn’t darted out of the class the moment it ended. There was a God after all. He gave her a thorough once-over. Mostly because she was hot as hell, and yeah, it bugged the crap out of her. But something had to get her to notice him as more than a rival for the gym equipment.
“Well, hel-lo, Pink Yoga Pants. Hope you enjoyed the class as much as you enjoyed your run earlier.”
She stood, gave him a baleful stare, then sighed. “It’s Wonder Boy, in the flesh. Or should I call you Smoky?”
He frowned, then smiled at the earlier reference to his eyes. “Did you hear the part about my rockin’ biceps and bitable abs too? And don’t forget these glutes.” He turned around, presenting for her, and looked down at said ass. “Rumor has it, there’s no sight finer in all of Seattle.” He squeezed his cheeks together—looking impressive, if he did say so himself.
“This has beensucha long day.”
He’d swear the corner of her lip curled in the hint of a smile before she glanced down and fiddled with her shirt. He turned back around to fully face her. “Hey, if you’d rather, I can put you in a headlock so you can be up and close with the Guns of Steel.” He flexed his biceps. “I call this oneSexyand this oneAs hell.”
She sighed even louder. “A long, never-ending day.”
But so worth it, if only because he got to seeheragain—Zoe York. The woman was as obsessive about her workouts as he was. Tall, athletic, gorgeous. Now if only she’d stop saying no to a date with the magnetic Donnigan everyone wanted but couldn’t have. Well, not counting Michelle. Amy. Megan. Maybe Brenda, now that he thought about it…
Gavin poured on the charm. “You looked great tonight. Terrific form.” He tried not to laugh at her scowl. “How about going out for a drin—”
She hefted her bag over her shoulder, and he had to step back to keep from getting smacked in the face. “Have a great weekend, Romeo. I have more important things to do tonight than date your guns of tinfoil.”
“Like?”
“Like wash my hair, clean lint from my dryer. Oh, and breathe. I have to do that too.”
And like that, she was gone.
Behind him, he heard a whistle, then his brother’s loud clapping. “Strike three. He’s out, ladies and gentlemen.”
Well, crap.“Gentlemen?” Gavin snorted, trying to ignore the fact that he’d failed. Again. “Please. It’s just us, Landon.”
“He’s got a point,” Ava agreed. “You’re no gentleman.”
Gavin turned to see her smirking at his brother.
“Shut it, Doc.” Landon frowned, then winked at her. “I’m only trying to encourage my poor, battered baby brother to—”
“First of all, I’m only younger than you by two years, asswipe.” Gavin hated it when Landon lorded those two frickin’ years over him. “Second, Theo’s the baby. Not me. And third, I was just kidding around with her.” Joking, until the stubborn woman said yes.
Landon, the bastard, knew it. “Yeah, right. Nice crash and burn. But hey, if you need help finding a date tonight, Ava has a few mental patients who don’t much care who they go out with.”
Dr.Ava Rosenthal, clinical psychologist and the love of Landon’s life, scowled. “What have I told you about not maligning my patients?”
“Maligning means talking bad about,” Gavin added helpfully.
