I know what he’s talking about, so I say, “You have to ask Dylan if he’s alright with it.”
“Alright with what?” he says, standing next to me.
Scott looks at him. “You sure you don’t have anything private?”
I glance at Dylan, who’s confused like a baby bird.
“We could do a group thing. If Dylan’s up for it.” I turn to Dylan.
“I’m lost.”
I flick my chin to Scott. “He’s jealous and wants me to train him too.”
“You want Cecily to be your personal trainer?” He lifts his shirt and says, “Jealous?” He hooks an arm around my shoulders. “She was my friend first.”
Scott looks at both of us. “What days do you train?”
I shrug Dylan off me. “Three days a week. I have strict rules. Not only will you show up, but you’re going to give it 110%, eat right, have a bedtime, cut out the crap, and listen to some mindset-development podcasts. Are you down for that?”
Scott scoffs. “God, Dylan. She has you on a leash, huh?” He turns to me. “What are the perks?”
“What?” I ask.
“Do I get to bang you too?”
“Dude?” Dylan says. “What the fuck?”
Dylan and I synchronize, “We’re not banging.”
I continue, “I’m not going to train you, Scotty. What the hell. Don’t be a creep.”
“Yeah, what the fuck?” Dylan says.
I finish my cup, and Dylan takes it from me to rinse it in the sink.
I clean up the rest of the mess in the kitchen as Dylan mouths something to Scott. I know Dylan didn’t say anything about last night, and that Scott is just fishing.
“Smile,” I say, taking a pic of them at my tiny dining room table.
“You tagging us?” Scott asks.
I nod. “Yeah, I’m going to tell everyone you’re bored and single.”
Scott chuckles. He stands abruptly. “I’ll meet you assholes in the truck.”
Dylan stands tall. “Hop in with me. I’ll take the guys home, and we can go to the gym right after.”
“You’re not dressed,” I point out.
“It’ll take me two seconds.”
My eyes meet his, and it looks like he’s pleading with me to do this. “Okay. Let me get my shoes on. Meet you guys out there.”
Westley walks out, so Dylan’s at my bedroom door as I put on a shirt and socks.
“Hey, did you take it?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, thank you. When did you get it?”
