Page 53 of Family Bonds- Gabriela & Luca
He was dripping in sweat, having run his ass off on the treadmill before she showed up. More to quiet the nerves that didn’t want to shut the hell up.
“I got some cardio in first.”
“Got it,” she said, her smirk still filling her face as if she knew how uncomfortable he was.
“Are you riding the bike, walking, or lifting today?”
“I think I’ll do the treadmill,” she said, “then get some leg work in. Looks like it’s arms for you.”
Since he was standing at the bench press it was an easy guess. Or maybe it was the way her eyes were moving over his body.
Her actions were saying much more than her words.
She’d caught him getting ready to start, so might as well slip them on and get to it.
The minute he turned his back, it was quiet. When he lay down, she was gone, over on the other side, on the same treadmill he’d dropped sweat on and cleaned up minutes ago.
Maybe he was pressing the weights up harder and faster than normal.
No maybe about it.
Before it could be a way to kind of show off. Hope to get Gabriela’s attention on him. That shit he did when he was single years ago.
Hell, hewassingle now and had to remind himself of that. He just didn’t remember it being this stressful before.
But hadn’t Gabriela told him how horrible it was to be single in your thirties?
Fuck, he was pushing forty.
“Are you okay over there?”
He lifted his head after setting the weights down and turned to see the employee standing close by.
“Yes, why? Just waiting to spot me?”
“That and you’re grunting and groaning like you’re trying to kill the equipment. Just wanted to make sure I’m not in the line of your sight if you do.”
Luca snorted at the joke being tossed his way.
“Sorry, didn’t realize it.”
His eyes glanced at Gabriela. The smirk on her lips saidshehad.
He stood up and added the weights since the employee was standing there.
When he was done five minutes later, more sweat was rolling down his back, soaking his shirt, and forcing him to wipe his face.
He got another piece of equipment done before Gabriela stepped off the treadmill and came closer.
“That’s a short walk for you,” he said.
“I just wanted to warm my legs up before I put them to work.”
His eyes dropped to her legs on display. Did it look like the bike shorts she had on were smaller than normal to him?
Riding up higher on her thighs? Making her ass look a lot rounder? He was in some deep shit.
“It’s always good to do that,” he said, sounding like an idiot.
