Her eyes slowly opened. “What time is it?”
Jase stirred and reached for his phone. “Almost five.”
“We napped for two hours? I can’t remember the last time I did that,” she mused.
“It felt good.” I pushed myself up. “But we should probably do something that counts as exercise,” I suggested. “Jase and I can’t show up to spring training out of shape.”
“Then, after, can we finally hit up the pool?” Jase huffed.
Faye leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be out there waiting for you.”
“What? You’re not working out with us?” I asked.
“Uh … no.” She chuckled.
“You’re going to miss your chance watching all this get sweaty in the gym?” I flexed just to make her laugh.
She rolled her eyes but got out of bed. “When you put it that way, how could I possibly say no?”
We grabbed water bottles from the fridge and headed down the hallway to the villa’s gym. Two treadmills stood in the corner, along with free weights, resistance bands, and a cable machine. It wasn’t much, but it’d work.
Faye stopped at the door and looked around.
“If there’s anything you need help with, just ask,” Jase offered.
“I know how to work out,” she grumbled.
She reached for a pair of dumbbells, choosing ones that were far too heavy.
“Okay, Princess.” I walked over to her. “Put those down.”
She glared at me. “But I can lift them.”
“You can,” I agreed. “But we don’t want you dislocating anything on our first day here.”
Jase gently took the weights from her and replaced them with lighter ones. “Try those.”
She sighed but lifted them. “Fine. This is a little more comfortable.”
“Bet having two kinesiology majors around doesn’t seem so bad now, does it?” I teased.
She continued to glare at me, but the corners of her mouth lifted. She was cute when she pretended to be annoyed.
As we moved through a circuit, I couldn’t stop watching her … or Jase, for that matter. Maybe it was because every few minutes he’d pause to correct her grip or adjust her stance. Or maybe it was because I was having a harder time denying that the guy who’d started as my best friend and had eventually become my brother was an equally important part of whatever this was with Faye. And maybe there was something deeper to how I was feeling.
Faye bent to set a weight down, drawing my attention away from the thoughts in my head. The bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out from the hem of her shorts, and it took everything in me to hold back my groan.
Jase leaned in and whispered, “She’s doing that on purpose, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, then grinned. “Now what?”
Jase nodded toward the hallway. “Shower.”
My pulse kicked up. “The three of us together.”
Faye’s gaze darkened, and she reached for both our hands. “Lead the way.”
