“Three seventy,” Bailey counters.
“Fine, but if you hurt yourself, Alistair is going to paint your ass red.” Jordan laughs and then glances at me with wide worried eyes.
“Don’t mind me. I enjoy a good spanking myself.”
Jordan looks relieved, and Bailey laughs before he lies down and grabs the bar. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
“How many reps?” I ask.
“As many as I can.”
“And how many is that?”
“Twenty-five to thirty.”
“Alright, show me what you got.”
“We were going to get some lunch. You want to join us?” Bailey asks as we head to the locker room.
I finished out my workout with the two of them, and they’re a riot.
“Sure, but you guys pick. I’m kinda new here still, so I don’t know a lot of places.”
“No problem. What are you in the mood for?” Jordan asks.
“Carbs.” I sigh longingly.
“Yes!” Bailey agrees.
“Fine, but you need protein too or your pissing match on the bench press would be for nothing,” Jordan grumps.
Bailey and I might have gotten a bit carried away trying to outdo each other, and I’m going to be sore as hell later, but it was fun.
“Oh, I know! Millie’s!” Bailey cheers.
“Perfect,” Jordan agrees.
“I’ve never been there. Is it far?”
“Nah, about fifteen minutes.”
“Let’s shower and change, and you can follow us.”
After a quick shower, we’re on our way and are quickly seated in a cozy but somewhat rundown diner.
“Millie makes the best breakfast,” Jordan gushes as he takes a seat.
“Just breakfast?” A kind-looking woman steps up behind him and places her hands on her hips.
Bailey kisses her on the cheek before taking his seat. “All of your food is terrific.”
“Suck-up,” Jordan whispers.
“Thank you, dear.” She pats Bailey’s shoulder. “And who is your friend?”
“Oh, this is Whit. He’s new in town, and we wanted to make sure he knew where the best restaurant was,” Jordan says.
“Now who’s the suck-up,” Bailey whispers.
