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He hadn’t let go of anything. He’d told Landon that, and the more time that passed, he realized he was more and more angry too because he didn’t know his own fucking place in his family.
He didn’t answer with any of that, though. He just smiled and said, “Yeah, I think he’d like that.” Justin knew his dad would love it because, more than anything, he knew that man wanted to fix his relationship with his first son.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Good workout today, Martha. You should be proud of yourself.” Drew wrapped his arm around the older woman and gave her a quick hug.
“I am. Thank you. I…I feel a little invincible.” She smiled, having used the gym’s name, and Drew’s chest filled with warmth. She’d never exercised at a gym a day in her life before she came to see him six months ago. Her husband of thirty-five years had passed away of a heart attack at the age of sixty-five, and Martha made the decision that she wanted to start taking care of herself in different ways. To make sure she was around to torture her grandkids the same way she’d done her children, she’d joked with Drew.
“You are,” he told her. He loved this part of his job. Loved making people fall in love with physical activity and hard work.
“You better watch out.” Martha winked and squeezed his bicep. “I’ll be just as strong as you before you know it.” He chuckled and watched as she made her way to the women’s locker room. He didn’t have another client today, but did have a mountain of paperwork in his office that he needed to get done. He’d put it off too long, and set today up specifically so he could take a couple hours for it.
Drew turned to head for the desk so he could let his front desk manager know that she was in charge while Drew went to his office. That’s when he saw him—Justin standing at the circular counter in a black, sleeveless T-shirt. He was leaning over the counter, speaking to Robyn, and damned if Drew didn’t realize he was smiling.
Drew crossed his arms and walked, slipping behind the counter to stand beside Robyn. “Well, look who it is,” he said to Justin.
“I heard you’re running a special. No registration fee.”
Robyn started, “Oh no. We’re not—”
“It’s okay, Robyn. Thanks. I’ll take care of him.”
She looked back and forth between Drew and Justin for a moment, before heading to the computer and sitting down.
“You’re here,” Drew said and then immediately realized he was a fucking idiot. Obviously, Justin was here since he stood right in front of him. He felt slightly off balance, a little surprised to see him, though he wasn’t sure why it mattered so much.
“That I am. There’s no contract, right? I feel like you have to hand over your life to cancel your gym membership.”
“How very Chandler of you,” Drew replied. “I’m pretty sure we can work something out. Follow me.” He led Justin to one of the three tables to the left of the front desk where they signed up new members. He sat on one side of the large, dark pine while Justin sat on the other side.
“It’s nice,” Justin told him, as he leaned forward with his elbows on the desk. “I like it.”
He looked around, tried to see it through Justin’s eyes—the inspiring quotes on the walls. The two sections, some with mirrors and some without. Some people fed off seeing themselves as they worked out, others didn’t. He wanted the environment comfortable for everyone.
On the other side of the desks where they sat was a juice bar for smoothies. He had bright couches in the area for people to relax after changing if they wanted.
“Thanks. We have a room for cycle classes. They kick your ass. There are saunas in the locker rooms and obviously weights, resistance, and cardio.” He felt odd, as though he was trying to sell himself to Justin, which in a way he was. That was part of the gig.
Justin shrugged. “I love a good cardio workout.”
Drew grinned. “Are we talking sex
He didn’t answer with any of that, though. He just smiled and said, “Yeah, I think he’d like that.” Justin knew his dad would love it because, more than anything, he knew that man wanted to fix his relationship with his first son.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Good workout today, Martha. You should be proud of yourself.” Drew wrapped his arm around the older woman and gave her a quick hug.
“I am. Thank you. I…I feel a little invincible.” She smiled, having used the gym’s name, and Drew’s chest filled with warmth. She’d never exercised at a gym a day in her life before she came to see him six months ago. Her husband of thirty-five years had passed away of a heart attack at the age of sixty-five, and Martha made the decision that she wanted to start taking care of herself in different ways. To make sure she was around to torture her grandkids the same way she’d done her children, she’d joked with Drew.
“You are,” he told her. He loved this part of his job. Loved making people fall in love with physical activity and hard work.
“You better watch out.” Martha winked and squeezed his bicep. “I’ll be just as strong as you before you know it.” He chuckled and watched as she made her way to the women’s locker room. He didn’t have another client today, but did have a mountain of paperwork in his office that he needed to get done. He’d put it off too long, and set today up specifically so he could take a couple hours for it.
Drew turned to head for the desk so he could let his front desk manager know that she was in charge while Drew went to his office. That’s when he saw him—Justin standing at the circular counter in a black, sleeveless T-shirt. He was leaning over the counter, speaking to Robyn, and damned if Drew didn’t realize he was smiling.
Drew crossed his arms and walked, slipping behind the counter to stand beside Robyn. “Well, look who it is,” he said to Justin.
“I heard you’re running a special. No registration fee.”
Robyn started, “Oh no. We’re not—”
“It’s okay, Robyn. Thanks. I’ll take care of him.”
She looked back and forth between Drew and Justin for a moment, before heading to the computer and sitting down.
“You’re here,” Drew said and then immediately realized he was a fucking idiot. Obviously, Justin was here since he stood right in front of him. He felt slightly off balance, a little surprised to see him, though he wasn’t sure why it mattered so much.
“That I am. There’s no contract, right? I feel like you have to hand over your life to cancel your gym membership.”
“How very Chandler of you,” Drew replied. “I’m pretty sure we can work something out. Follow me.” He led Justin to one of the three tables to the left of the front desk where they signed up new members. He sat on one side of the large, dark pine while Justin sat on the other side.
“It’s nice,” Justin told him, as he leaned forward with his elbows on the desk. “I like it.”
He looked around, tried to see it through Justin’s eyes—the inspiring quotes on the walls. The two sections, some with mirrors and some without. Some people fed off seeing themselves as they worked out, others didn’t. He wanted the environment comfortable for everyone.
On the other side of the desks where they sat was a juice bar for smoothies. He had bright couches in the area for people to relax after changing if they wanted.
“Thanks. We have a room for cycle classes. They kick your ass. There are saunas in the locker rooms and obviously weights, resistance, and cardio.” He felt odd, as though he was trying to sell himself to Justin, which in a way he was. That was part of the gig.
Justin shrugged. “I love a good cardio workout.”
Drew grinned. “Are we talking sex
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