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“Because we could have been doing that hours ago.”
“Suddenly, I have the need to sleep in every morning.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“So, what are we doing today once we can move again?” Dante asked.
“Well, I didn’t notice any candy around here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tomorrow is Halloween,” I reminded him. “We need candy for trick-or-treaters.”
“Yes,” he agreed, arm squeezing me. “We do.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Hazel - 1 day
Dante’s gym was a massive, two-story structure that, apparently, used to be a nightclub.
As I looked around, I could see it. The lower level featured all the heavy lifting equipment; on the balcony overlooking it were all the cardio machines. The place even had a swimming pool.
Being new, I was led by one of the employees to the women’s locker room, where I toured the little rooms featuring vanities, hair dryers, seating, and shower areas.
When I made my way back out, I didn’t want to bother Dante while he got his workout in, so I made my way up to the balcony to play around on a machine that was kind of a mix of an elliptical and a stair climber in one.
I was having a good old time.
Until I glanced down and saw a woman in a skintight baby pink unitard leaning on the weight rack where Dante was adding weight to his bar.
I slowed then stopped, feeling like the woman’s posture was less gym-friendly and more ‘look at my butt gains.’
I’d never been a jealous person in my relationships. Then again, I guess I’d never really dated men who were so outwardly annoyingly gorgeous as Dante was.
I knew I was partial, but he was looking especially sexy with his cut-off sleeves showing off his arms. I almost wanted to hit on him myself. And I alreadyhadhim.
To his credit, Dante did seem to be mostly ignoring her, just giving her the occasional nod, but never really even looking in her direction.
She was relentless, though. Throwing her head back laughing, leaning over to ‘check her laces,’ and raking her gaze up and down Dante’s body.
I was going to let it go. Really, I was. I was now dating a stupidly handsome man. Of course other women were going to notice him. And the more confident and bolder of them might even shoot their shot.
But Dante rolled the bar out away from the rack to, I assume, do some deadlifts.
The woman followed, circling around him like some sort of sexy predator.
“That’s enough of that,” I grumbled to myself, climbing off my machine and making my way toward the stairs.
I caught my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors as I got to the landing.
I’d opted for those swishy loose pants and a simple tee as my gym gear. My face was free of makeup. My hair was back in a high ponytail.
Standing side by side, the other woman might have been the clear winner in the looks department.
But that didn’t matter.
Dante wantedme.
