“My sweaty,reassuringhands,” he corrected with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Keep going and they’ll be dismembered hands,” I threatened, changing the weight of the equipment and laying my hands on the pads. “What’s up?”
“With me? Nothing. I’m fine.”
I scoffed. “Oh yeah, sure, you always have that dead look in your eyes.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, the clang of his reps falling silent as she sighed and slumped. “Jess wants nothing to do with me.”
Now it was my turn to sigh. “What did you do?”
Devil raked both hands through his messy blonde hair. “I told her.”
“And she gave you hell for keeping it secret all this time?” I guessed.
“She hates me,” he confirmed miserably, his blue eyes full of hurt.
“There’s nothing about you to hate,” I dismissed. “She’s just angry. You know Jessia, she’ll come around. She’s the forgiving sort.”
“She pointed a knife at me.”
I laughed, the sound echoing around the gym. “Nice.”
He threw a betrayed look my way. “Who’s side are you on?”
I relaxed my body, gritting my teeth at the burn in my shoulder blades. “Mine.”
“Harsh.”
“That’s why you like me.”
He huffed, sliding a look my way. “You’re sure she’ll forgive me?”
“Give her a week, then I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“What a saint you are.”
I grinned, a little forced with the darkness still filling my head. “Can I get that in writing?”
“It was sarcasm.”
“But stillverysweet.”
He rolled his eyes hard, pushed on the pad and grunted at the strain on his arms. “How are you and Cobra?”
“Fine.” Well, we were both mentally fucked and still dealing with nightmares on a daily basis, and he was completely paranoid about losing me, but our relationship was more solid than ever.
“Fine?”
“Fine,” I confirmed. His eyes lasered to the side of my face. “Really fucking great, actually.”
“Good.” There was a smile in his voice; I snuck a glance over at him and found him watching me fondly. Ugh. “I’ve never known two people better suited for each other. You’re like clones of each other.”
“Oh, fuck you. My hair wants an apology. Right now.”
Devil barked a laugh. “My gravest, sincerest apologies to your hair.”
I nodded. “Good.” I saw the exact moment he sobered and said, “Don’t.”
