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“Your form was terrible.”

“I didn’t expect you to be there,” I say, annoyed that he’s criticizing my form.

“You weren’t paying attention.” He gestures to the weights. “You're going to hurt yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“Have you ever lifted weights?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

I pause. “That isn't important.”

“Callie.”

“I do Pilates.”

“That isn't the same thing.”

“Sounds like someone is afraid I'll outperform him.”

Roman actually laughs. One short, disbelieving sound.

My heart practically cartwheels. “Oh my God.”

His face immediately goes blank.

“You laughed.”

“No.”

“You did!”

“Pick something up.”

I grin. “Are you going to train me?”

“No.”

“You're going to train me,” I sing.

His brows lower. “I said pick something up.”

“This is basically a date.”

Roman closes his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

I smile, then reach for a dumbbell.

I came here to find Roman. To make sure he really meant it when he said he wasn't disappearing.

He kept his word.

For now, that’s enough.

Roman steps around me and reaches around to adjust my grip. His mouth is close to my ear. “Like this.”