“So are you, it’s been so long.” Gemma was always a regular at the gym—mostly because Henry wouldn’t allow her to work out anywhere else. He liked to keep her close.
“Are you joining? I’m sure Logan would cut you a deal.” She gives me a wink as she squeezes my hand in hers.
“Logan reallyownsthis place? Logan Morgan, the one I used to employ?”
“Boy did good, huh!”
“Damn right he did.” I look around in awe, wondering how it’s possible. “How’s Henry?” I ask absentmindedly.
“Good, he works here too.”
“He does?” I snap my attention back to Gemma.
“Yep! It’s more like a family around here.”
“Anderson!” Logan calls, appearing from the stairs that wrap around the back wall. “Ready to meet your boss?”
“What is this place!” I smile as he steps up to me and throws his arm over my shoulder.
“You like it?”
“Logan, it’s incredible, truly. You’re doing well?”
“Business is booming.”
I shake my head, hardly believing it. I should’ve reached out sooner. I always loved working with the boys. Men naturally come with less drama—most of the time.
“Want a tour?” he asks me, clearly buzzing and proud.
“Yes! Show me.”
We take the stairs to the first floor, which is a colossal open space. It has everything from weight training equipment and a rig, to all the cardio equipment you can think of. I’m blown away that he could have accomplished so much in a year. Everything is top of the line and organised in a neat layout.
“It’s so busy!” I check my watch and notice it’s ten-thirty. “Where were all these people when we had the studio?”
Logan chuckles and takes off towards the officeat the back of the gym. I follow him inside and sit down on one of the sofas. He takes a seat at the desk, watching me.
“How?”
He smiles as if he knew that question was coming. “I saw a gap in the market, had some help from Mum and Dad, got a business loan and made it happen.”
“I’m a little jealous, Logan. This place is… it’s incredible.”
“Thank you.” He nods his head once in agreement. “You wanna come help me run it?”
I laugh, tucking my legs up under myself on the chair. “You saw how terrible I was at running the studio, you seem to have things figured out here.”
He shrugs, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m serious, Anderson. One of my PT’s just quit on me and he was my go-to guy after Henry. There aren’t many people I trust to leave in charge here.”
“You want me to personal train?”
“It’s what I need right now. It will be just like old times.” He grins.
“I can’t PT!”
“Of course, you can! You used to.”
“No, I didn’t! I stood and read out the fitness plans you’d printed out for me.”
