Page 59 of A Legal Affair
Caleb grunted noncommittally, tugging at the laces of his own gloves. He wasn’t ready to confess his sins. He didn’t even know where to begin to articulate the depths of the deep hole he’d dug for himself.
Chugging from heavy duty water bottles, they grabbed their gym bags and headed for the locker room. They’d been sparring partners for the past five years. When their regular boxing gym went out of business, they joined Robinette’s upscale fitness center that featured a dedicated boxing training area with a full-sized ring.
As they neared the hallway leading to the locker rooms, a woman coming from the other direction bumped right into Caleb, grabbing his arm as she stumbled back.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going!”
“No worries, you’re good,” Caleb said.
Dressed in a sports bra and short shorts that left zero to the imagination, the stacked brunette smiled up at him from beneath dark mascaraed lashes. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn?—”
“You’ve probably seen him around the gym,” Evander interjected humorously. “We’re here pretty often.”
“Oh my God. Duh. That’s probably it.” The woman’s smile shifted from Evander back to Caleb. There was no mistaking the inviting gleam in her eyes. “Are you guys done for the night?”
“Yeah. We were just leaving.” Caleb looked pointedly at her manicured talons still gripping his bicep.
She let out a breathy laugh, trailing her fingers down his arm before reluctantly releasing him. “You guys wanna go get a drink?”
Evander chuckled and held up his left hand, displaying a platinum wedding band.
“Oh man, the good ones are always taken.” The brunette’s twinkling gaze drifted back to Caleb. “What about you, handsome? Are you single?”
“Last I checked,” he drawled. “But I’ll have to pass on drinks.”
She pouted. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. But thanks for the offer.”
“All right,” she relented, surprise warring with disappointment in her voice. “Guess I’ll see you around.”
Caleb nodded and started away.
“Dinner next time,” she said so confidently that he threw her an amused glance over his shoulder.
She was walking away, hips swaying in her tiny shorts. Looking back at him, she bit the corner of her lip and winked. Caleb chuckled and turned away, shaking his head.
Evander grinned at him. “Bruh, you definitely have more willpower than I ever did when I was single.”
If only you knew, Caleb mused darkly, thinking of Daniela.
They were halfway down the hall when a familiar woman’s voice called out from behind them, “Hey, boys!”
They looked over their shoulder to see a voluptuous, brown-skinned woman strolling toward them in a pink tank top and gray yoga pants, her long sister locs pulled back in a ponytail. She had a white towel slung around her neck and was sporting a pair of Angel Reese’s pink signature Reeboks.
A broad grin lit Evander’s face when he saw his pretty wife. “Hey, babe,” he said as Robinette reached them. “I thought you were skipping spin class tonight.”
“Oh, that was just laziness talking.” The couple shared a kiss, lips clinging before Robinette pulled away and affectionately pecked Caleb’s cheek, not minding the sweat that clung to his skin. “Hey, you. How was your day?”
“Good,” he said, giving her ponytail a playful tug. “How about yours?”
“Hella stressful. I need to burn off some steam.” Her sparkling brown eyes shuttled between Caleb and Evander. “How’d the session go today?”
“Rough,” Evander grumbled. “Your boy tried to kill me back there.”
