Bad idea.
My front looks way worse than my back.
“Wow.” He smirks. “You really got a workout, huh?”
Kill me now.
“It was super-duper intense.” Deena says sidling up next to me. She’s dabbing her cheeks gently with her little pink towel.
Lucky pretty much ignores her and looks back at me. “You should’ve told me you wanted to join. I could’ve gotten you a discount. I know the owner.”
“Oh,” Deena giggles. “They had a special.”
I point my thumb at her. “Buy one, get a free membership. She bought one, I got a free one.”
Lucky frowns for a second. “Wow. That’s, uh, a good deal.”
“It is.” I nod. “Yeah, anyway, I loved punching stuff…” I shrug. “I figured—why not?”
“You still should’ve told me.”
“Why?” I’m not intentionally being obtuse. I really want to know.
“It’s a free country, Lucky. Why? Did she need to ask your permission to join?” Deena’s catching the same vibe from him that I am. It’s weird.
He glances at Deena, then back at me. “All I meant was, if you’d told me,Icould have shown you how to do some of those kickboxing moves.”
Deena makes an exasperated sound. “It’s kicking and punching. What’s hard about that?”
Lucky’s voice changes. He sounds downright pissed as he directs his next words at her. “If you don’t have your feet planted right, you could strain your back. If you don’t use proper form when you hit, you can pull muscles.” He’s glaring at Deena. When I glance at her, all she’s doing is smirking.
She throws her arm over my shoulders. I should warn her that she’s going to get my sweat on her, but she doesn’t flinch. With a shrug, she says, “I guess you’re right. We can’t have our sweet little Becklyn getting hurt.”
I half expect Lucky to correct her, but he doesn’t. Instead, he merely nods. Looking back at me, he doesn’t sound mad anymore. “You can come with me later this week. I’ll help you out.”
That’s not necessary. But I’m not about to tell him that. “Oh. Okay.”
Deena is cracking me up now, because she says, “That’s very kind of you, but I won’t be able to make it this week. It’ll have to be just the two of you.”
Lucky arches one brow at her. “Right.” At me, he adds, “How ’bout Friday night, Foxy?”
“Friday?” I have to think what I’ve got going on, but it’s hard when he’s so near. Why does he have to smell that good? “I—”
“Of course. Friday will be perfect,” Deena answers for me.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Okay.”
“Pick you up at five.” He starts to turn. “We can get some dinner afterwards.”
“Sure.” I nod again like an idiot. “Okay.”
The second he’s out of sight, Deena starts to cackle. “Oh. My. God. He’ssoin love with you.”
“He’s not.”Is he?
Grabbing my arm, she starts to pull me toward the front door. “We’re going to get you a new workout outfit. You can’t go on your date looking like a bog monster.”
What the heck is a bog monster? “It’s not a date.”
