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you and Helen having sex tonight than me and Doug.”
    “I’m not even seeing Helen tonight.”
    “Well, there you go.” She lowered the resistance. Her heart was pounding. Enough of this shit. Grey hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. “So, what’s the deal? Is Helen cheating on you already?”
    “She’s going over some wedding details with her mom.”
    “Did they hire the horse-drawn carriage yet?”
    Grey looked worried. “Why, is that what she’s planning?”
    Zadie looked over at him and smiled. “I’m kidding. It’s always been her dream to get married on the edge of a lake and arrive in a boat pulled by swans.”
    “Funny.”
    “You better show up, you know.”
    Can you imagine? Helen getting left at the altar? Never in a million years.
    “I’m planning on it.” Grey was the one guy in the world Zadie would trust to keep his word. There was something so pure about him. He was just a truly decent guy. No surprises. She used to think that she wanted a man who would constantly surprise her. Then she got one.
    Zadie got off the bike, pulling her T-shirt out so it wouldn’t cling to her now sweaty boobs. “Come spot me on the leg press?”
    Grey followed her over to the machine and helped her load the weights onto the rack. “How much?”
    “Sixty on each side.” Zadie neglected to mention to Grey that if she squeezed her thighs together just right while she did the leg press machine, she would have an orgasm. The more weight, the easier it was. It’s not like she felt the need to hide this fact from him. She just didn’t want him watching her while she had one. They weren’t that close.
    “You sure?”
    “Pile it on.” Zadie lay down on the machine and started her set. Listening as Grey chatted on, relacing his shoes, no idea that she was pleasuring herself.
    “I’m leaving all the wedding details to Helen. Partly because I don’t have time, but mostly because I don’t give a shit. Is that inconsiderate?”
    “No. That’s what you’re supposed to do.” She was barely listening, but she knew she had to respond to keep up her cover. She wondered if all women knew about the leg press or if it only worked on her.
    “Are you sure?”
    Jesus, must he go on about this? “Here’s a thought. Ask her. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to tell you if she wants your input.” First Helen fucks up her surfing, now she’s interrupting her orgasm.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing’s the matter.” Did he have to talk right now? Why was he looking at her? He was supposed to be watching the weights.
    “Your face is all red.”
    “Probably because I’m repeatedly thrusting a hundred and twenty pounds into the air.” And because she just had an immense wave of bliss wash through her loins.
    “Why were your eyes rolling back in your head?”
    “They always do that when I lift.”
    Grey frowned. “I don’t think you should drink Red Bull before you work out anymore.”
    He helped her up after she finished and started loading more weight on the machine for his set. “So, I told my buddy Mike about you.”
    Zadie frowned. “What’d you tell him?”
    “That you’re a nut job, but that he’d probably want to bang you anyway.” He lay down on the machine and started his set.
    “Charming.”
    “I’m kidding. I told him—you’re hot—you’re funny”—he was talking in between thrusts—“and you’re a quality babe.” He lowered the weights and stood.
    “I love it when you speak in early Keanu.” She pulled the weights off the machine until it was back to her level. “But I’m still not going to let you set me up. My date tonight is all the trauma I can take for now.”
    Grey motioned with his head toward the cardio machines. “There’s a guy on the StairMaster checking you out.”
    Zadie didn’t even look. Why bother?
    “Red shirt, black sweats. Take a look,” Grey said.
    Zadie rolled her eyes and turned to appease him. A passably cute guy in a red T-shirt and