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out of my mouth in embarrassment.
    I forced it down and said, “Excuse me?”
    â€œHis words, not mine.”
    I put the water bottle down on the floor next to me, hoping the tight pants would hug all the right places as I was bending.
    â€œI’m not pretending ,” I snapped. “I just burnt off like, all of my calories for today on the treadmill.”
    Jack’s gaze diverted to the treadmill, and I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. “It’s not even on,” he said.
    â€œI just turned it off.”
    Jack looked at me, and I raised my eyebrows. “It’s not even plugged in.”
    Whoops. Why did I have to go with the treadmill? There was enough gym equipment in there to stock a nation, and I chose the one thing that wasn’t freaking plugged in.
    â€œWhat are you, the treadmill police?” I asked. “What do you want?”
    â€œI don’t want anything. Your dad wa—”
    â€œYeah,” I interrupted. “But why’d he send you to ask? What are you, his new messenger boy?”
    Jack gave a small smile and said, “Actually, he sent Mike. But I don’t think your brother was paying attention. And I was bored, so I figured I may as well check out the gym.”
    If he wanted to check me out while he was it, I had no issues with that.
    â€œWell,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “All checked out. You can go now.”
    I was suddenly becoming desperate for an opportunity to put the jacket back on and fix my hair. Jack hadn’t hit on me once, so I clearly wasn’t pulling off the fitness guru look I had been aiming for.
    â€œWoah,” Jack said, walking toward a piece of large equipment that had all these weights and handles and scary looking things all over it. “This is pretty heavy duty stuff. Who uses it?”
    â€œMy dad, mostly. Although not so much anymore,” I replied, watching a clearly impressed Jack inspect the equipment. “And when he wants to impress his friends, Mike will use it sometimes.”
    Jack looked up at me. “And you of course,” he said, his lips curving into a smile.
    â€œRight,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I use that all the time.”
    â€œYo, sis!” I heard Mike say from behind me. I looked over at him, just as he walked into the room. “Dad wants to know when you’re gonna stop pr—”
    â€œI got it!”
    Jeez. Dad was majorly salting my game here. Mike looked at me, my tight as hell outfit, Jack’s face, and then back at me.
    â€œAm I interrupting?” he said, and I narrowed my eyes at him as aggressively as I could.
    â€œNo!”
    â€œJust asking,” he replied, clearly pleased with himself.
    Jack came up from behind and stood next to me. I could feel him glance at me but I didn’t do the same. There was no way I was looking at him directly in the eye while standing that close to him. The crop top was definitely a bad idea. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
    â€œWhat are you even doing in here, anyway?” Mike asked. “You never work out.”
    â€œThat’s not true!” I snapped defensively. “I exercise all the time.”
    â€œYou only come in here to sit on the exercise ball,” Mike replied, giving me a knowing look.
    â€œExcuse me?” I exclaimed, deeply offended. “I use a bunch of stuff in the gym.”
    â€œOh, yeah? Like what?”
    Reflexively, I looked at Jack, as if he could offer some help. He just looked back at me blankly, waiting for me to answer.
    â€œThe . . . bench press thing,” I finally said, turning back to my brother.
    Mike gave a bark of laughter. “Do you even know what that looks like?”
    â€œI know that if I pick up one of these dumbbells and throw it at you, it would probably do some serious damage,” I said, smiling sweetly. “How’s that for gym knowledge?”
    â€œOh