Chapter 75. Sweat & Muscle Memory

The gym was loud with music and the rhythmic thud of feet hitting the mat. Jared stood in front of them like a drill instructor, arms crossed, expression deadly serious.

“Again,” he ordered. “Come on, Oakley!" Jared barked, his voice sounding less like a partner and more like the drill sergeant he once was.

“You’re supposed to be encouraging the weak, Jay,” Beck grumbled, dropping for another burpee.

Myla collapsed onto her back, panting, completely spent. Jared stood over her, grinning.

“Giving up?”

“Yup, Colonel,” she gasped, giving him a thumbs up. “And you are the most handsome tyrant I’ve ever met.”

Hayden tried not to stare at her too obviously, but Beck elbowed him anyway.

“She looks good all sweaty, uhn?” he teased.

“So good,” Hayden said, smirking at him.

Beck smirked. “Speaking of sweating… the last time you two were here alone, we heard some pretty interesting noises.” He leaned in, lowering his voice dramat