His coat hung over tight black leggings, a yoga mat slung across his back and a tote bag in his hand. Despite the fact they were about to exercise, his brown hair was neatly coiffed.
“Mr. Moyer, it’s good to see you,” he said as he closed the distance between them. He held out his hand, and Tobias shook it. “I’m excited for the chance to work here.”
Nothing could stop his mind from flashing the same words over and over again.
Adorable.
Off limits.
Those words would go a long way toward keeping things professional between them. Sure, Chase was his type, but Tobias doubted they’d want the same thing in the bedroom.
He cleared his throat, trying to avoid the route his mind was taking, and returned Chase’s firm handshake.
“Thanks for coming in. I’m glad we could find a time that worked. I figured we’d do the demo first with one of my gym members, and then we can sit and chat. How’s that sound?”
“Works for me. Lead the way.”
Tobias led him into the gym, where Garrett sat on a borrowed yoga mat. Garrett stood as they walked up to him. Both he and Tobias towered over Chase, but Chase didn’t seem affected in the least as he extended a hand.
“Hi, I’m Chase Townsend,” he said warmly.
“Garrett Pearson, nice to meet you.”
There wasn’t any heat in Chase’s eyes, but for some reason Tobias didn’t like them touching.
“It’s actually Detective Garrett Pearson, so if you happen to be a serial killer, you came to the wrong gym,” he joked.
Chase chuckled as he dropped Garrett’s hand.
Damn. That shouldn’t have calmed him as much as it did.
“No worries. I’ll let my getaway driver know and we’ll pick a different place next time,” he said, then winked at Garrett.
No. Those winks are for me.
‘Get yourself together, Moyer.’
Garrett laughed and headed to his mat as Chase dropped his stuff on the floor and started unbuttoning his coat.
Tobias averted his gaze and spent time straightening his own yoga mat where it lay near Garrett’s, then he remembered Chase might want music.
“You can use the computer to play something,” he said as he spun in Chase’s direction, his mouth suddenlygoing dry.
Chase was facing away from him as he peeled a long-sleeved shirt over his head, revealing a fitted tank that fell over his tight ass in those sinful leggings. He folded his shirt before laying it on top of his coat, his surprisingly chiseled arms on full display. The man certainly dressed the part.
Tobias managed to school his face before Chase turned to him.
“That would be great, thanks. I have a playlist I can pull up,” he said as he moved toward the computer.
Tobias made the mistake of peeking at Garrett. The man had his lips sucked between his teeth like he was struggling to keep from laughing out loud at him. Damn Garrett and his observational skills. He really didn’t miss anything. It was an important skill for a homicide detective, but now Tobias was regretting asking him to be here.
However, a bigger part of him didn’t want to know how this would have gone without Garrett there.
Chase set up his own mat and then pulled yoga blocks out of a tote bag, handing one to both him and Garrett.
“You said you didn’t have yoga equipment yet besides some mats, so I figured I’d bring these along for you to use.”
Tobias couldn’t hide his wince, worried Chase wasjudging the gym’s current inability to hold a yoga class. Usually, he had such a good poker face, but it wasn’t working with Chase. “Thanks. Yeah, I still have to order all the yoga equipment for the gym.”
