Page 6 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shouldn’t feel stung. I don’t. Really. I’m good. “Well, he’s coming, so deal with it. AndIhappen to like omegas just fine.”

See how this hasn’t affected me at all?… right.

“Okay.” He sounds a bit uncertain now, his brow creased. “You okay?”

“Fine.”

“Is it that time of the month?”

“Time of the month?” I glower at him. “Know what? Screw you, Ronin. Are you saying I’m hormonal? I’m not.”

God, maybe I am.

But screw him anyway.

“You stopped jogging with me,” he says. A total change of topic. And he’s frowning.

As if he’s annoyed by that.

I shrug. “I go earlier now,” I mumble.

“Why?”

“Starting a new health plan. I was getting lazy.”

“Tell me about it.” The glower is gone. His eyes are shining. He likes this. We have that in common. A healthy lifestyle. Exercise. Healthy food. Cardio and stretching and discussing diet plans.

He’s right, I stopped jogging with him. Stopped doing lots of things with him. Problem is, I was always attracted to him and at some point, I realized I had to cut my losses and pull back before he realized and pitied me. Before it got uncomfortable between us.

Because now it’s not uncomfortable. At all.

“Just… getting back in the saddle,” I muttered. “Jogging, yoga, gym?—”

“I want to go jogging with you again.”

It’s my turn to give him a long look. “Really?”

And his turn to shrug. “I… liked it. I mean, I’m fine listening to music while running, I just… Fuck, never mind.”

I’m so stunned by his admission, the strange hesitation, the hot flash in his pale eyes, that I sit up and nod. “Fine. Jogging together it is.”

* * *

“Hear that? It’s the door bell,” Sophie says. “Oh fuck, is it our potential omega roommate?”

“I told Gigi already, I don’t like it,” Ronin says.

“You guys are both drama queens,” I mutter as the doorbell rings again.

“Pheromones,” Ronin complains. “I won’t be able to get anything done. I’ll be walking around with a hard-on all day and without even wanting the guy. You have no fucking idea how badly that sucks.”

Okay…

Now I have an image of Ronin walking around all day with a tent in his pants.

The image will live rent-free in my mind forever.

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