“Say her name one more time, I fucking dare you.”
“Oohhh, down boy. I didn’t know you had the hots for the good doctor after only one session.”
I let go of his collar and storm towards the gym. We’re lucky enough to work in a firehouse that has recently been restored by the city so it has everything we need to be able to practically live on the premises. Locker rooms, kitchen and lounge, and even offices in case we need them. The best part, my favorite part, is the fully equipped, state of the art gym. It has everything we need and more which is why ifI’m not working out here, it’s because I decided to go for a run.
“I don’t have the hots for her,” I bite over my shoulder. “And it hasn’t been just one session.”
Grabbing my sneakers from my locker, I slip them on and tie the laces while he stands close by, watching me intently. When I look back at him, he has his hands on his hips and is studying me out of the corner of his eye.
“What do you mean it hasn’t only beenone session?”
I immediately regret mentioning it. I love Carter more than I love myself but once you give the guy an inch he will take an entire mile if you let him. It comes from a good place, I know that, but it’s still annoying as all hell when you aren’t someone who likes to share.
“I mean I’ve seen her more than once,” I explain curtly. Making a quick pit stop, I grab my gym clothes from my locker and change to go workout. Once I’m dressed, he’s close on my heels as I walk towards the gym. There’s a couple of other people working out as we come in but it’s mostly empty.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to see her after that one time?” he asks, his tone almost accusatory.
“I said she told me I didn’t need to go and see her if I felt like I didn’t,” I correct.
Standing in front of the mirror, I start to stretch and warm up. My brown, slightly curly hair is sticking up in a million different directions from when I was sleeping so I run my fingers through it to try and straighten it out. At six foot two, I tap in at nearly two fifty. I have the type of body you get when you work out consistently but also enjoy beer and pizza on the weekend. Unlike Carter who’s slimmer and lean and Coop who’s nothing but pure muscle. The putz has this weird thing about only eating all natural foodsand if a food label had more than ten ingredients on it, he isn’t eating it.
Sounds like a miserable life to me.
“But you went back to her anyway?”
“I went?—”
I start to speak but am cut off by Trevor, another member of the firehouse, cutting into our conversation.
“Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but I found something that belongs to you.”
Carter and I look up in perfect sync to find Cooper looking at the two of us with a smirk. He comes around a few times a week when he’s off duty, so many of the firehouse members know he belongs to us.
“Thanks for helping me find my idiots,” he jokes, smacking hands with Trevor. “How’s your wife and that sweet baby girl of yours?”
Trevor can’t stop himself from smiling even if he wanted to. “They’re great, thanks for asking man. Is it your weekend off?”
Coop nods. “Yeah, finally. Been on back to back weekends for almost a month now. It’s a miracle I pulled myself out of bed to come and put these boys to shame. Time to show ‘em what a real man can do in the gym.”
“Oh please, you would’ve gotten out of bed and worked out regardless of if you came here to do it. The panties you wear are too tight to let you skip a day at the gym,” Carter jibes before snickering to himself.
Shaking my head, I turn away from the three of them and set up my rack. Trevor and Coop exchange polite niceties before Trevor heads off to wherever he came from before showing Coop where we were.
“Heard about the fire last night on the scanner, everyone okay?” he asks, taking his headphones andslipping them over his ears, leaving one exposed so he can still hear us.
“Yeah, it was a hot one but manageable,” I answer nonchalantly.
“The more interesting talking point is the fact that Miles here had a wet dream about his therapist,” Carter calls out, and I nearly drop the barbell.
“Hewhat?” Coop sneers, turning to look at me with wide eyes.
“Carter, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” I slam it back into place and glare at him. I can’t believe he ratted me out.
“Uhhh, I definitely do know what I’m talking about. I’ve been there, dude, no shame,” he says with a shoulder shrug.
“I didn’t even know you were going to therapy.” Coop tips his eyebrow at me when he speaks. He’s not wrong, I haven’t told him about how the captain forced me to go the first time last week. I haven’t even spoken to Ivy about it. I just wanted everyone to stay out of my business and leave it alone.
“Because I’mnotgoing to therapy,” I respond, lying down on the bench and completing my round of chest presses.
