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Was he like the Grinch's cousin. Bringing Christmas every year instead of stealing it.
It was the same routine on Sunday. Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
The gym had been where I'd landed three years ago, giving me the opportunity to find my own place. I'd been hired to answer phones, check in members, and be the physical Google when people had questions.
He waited patiently until I held out my hand. Then we walked up to a long, one-story building next to the taller sanctuary, and he paused, turning to me.
A resulting smack on my ass had me clawing at the sheet. "Don't move your knee," he growled.
" "Her?" I started to pull my hand back.