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More laughter.
“Sweet and sour,” Suit mutters, a twinkle in his eyes.
Ghost comes back and sits with a plate of cut fruit for me.With one arm braced on the table, he curls the other around me.
Ora frowns at War, who comes to take Zade from her.“Where’s my breakfast and cut fruit?”
War brings his eyes to Ghost and me, then sighs.“I was just going to get you some, baby.”
Ora and I share a grin.
GHOST
Xanthe goes home to get ready for work tomorrow, and I hate it.I mean, I can watch her on my phone.She’s sitting on the couch, writing down her lesson plans, her cat at her side, but it’s not the same as being with her.
I sit on the edge of my bed, considering skipping my planned gym session.
But then I remember what her fucking book boyfriends look like and stand right back up, grab a towel, and head to the clubhouse gym.
Lu and Haze are in there sparring, which is actually more like foreplay, so I ignore them and do a three-mile run on the treadmill before doing some chin-ups and weights.Checking my phone, I see a text from my woman.
Xanthe
What are you doing?I miss you.
Ghost
At the gym.Miss you too.
Xanthe
You’re working out?What are you wearing?
My lips twitches.
Ghost
Gray shorts and that’s it.
Xanthe
Who else is around you?
Ghost
Haze and Lu are in the ring.And Rune and Curse just walked in.
Xanthe
Send me a picture.
My eyebrows rise.I don’t think I’ve ever taken a mirror picture or selfie in my fucking life.
Glancing around the gym, not wanting any of my brothers to see, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.I’m not smiling or anything, just standing there, damp with sweat from my workout.
I quickly hit send before I can change my mind and head to my bathroom for a shower.When I come out, I smile widely at her reply.
Xanthe
