“Not really.”
“Start light. I’ll spot.”
Chase moved to the bench.
Logan stepped behind him, hands hovering near the bar.
“Got it.”
Chase lifted with controlled reps, steady breathing, no ego.
Logan appreciated that immediately.
They rotated through sets , bench, shoulders, cables , conversation coming in fragments between reps.
Comfortable silence settled faster than Logan expected.
That was usually a good sign.
They moved to dumbbells eventually.
A pair of women nearby glanced over more than once.
One approached during Chase’s rest set.
“Hey,” she said casually. “You two trainers or just naturally intimidating?”
Chase laughed lightly.
“Just trying not to throw our backs out.”
She smiled.
“If either of you wants a post-workout drink, we’re at the bar across the street.”
Logan glanced briefly at Chase.
“Appreciate it,” he said evenly. “But we’re good.”
Chase nodded. “Yeah. Thanks though.”
She gave them both a once-over before heading back.
Logan returned to adjusting plates like the interaction hadn’t happened.
But he noticed how Chase handled it.
No posturing. No flirting.
Just polite disengagement.
They finished their last set.
The real conversation hadn’t started yet.
Logan leaned back against the rack.
“Be honest with me.”
