know, hold them. Throw them. Lift them. Then take selfies.”
Sugar laughed. “Like at all gyms.”
“This isn’t like where you get a flyer in the mail to join for a month for free. This is where they pick up tractor tires or something and grunt a lot.”
“We might stick out.” Sugar tapped a manicured fingernail.
Lexi laughed. “Ya think?”
“So we go shopping.”
“I don’t know if we can tone down the amount of awesome between the two of us.”
Sugar’s eyes scrutinized her own clothes then Lexi’s. “Well, we do look amazing and all, seeing as everyone in Mayberry’s finest pancake shop can’t take their eyes off of us, but blending in is another thing.”
Lexi’s eyebrow went up. “We need badass gym clothes.”
“Yeah, we do. Might not do the trick, but at least it will get us through the door.”
“This isn’t at all what Jared had in mind.” Lexi bit her lip, thinking back to the lecture about how this was essentially her first time in the field on Titan’s schedule and she had to follow certain rules, none of which Sugar was allowed to trump.
“Jared’s rules boiled down to this: don’t get hurt, and don’t put the baby in a bad position. We’re going to a gym. It’s literally on the list of activities I’m supposed to do—get exercise.”
Lexi sipped her coffee. “Just so you know, I’m not getting into it with you two.”
“You don’t have to. It’s great sex when we fight. If something causes a problem with Jared, great things happen, and I’d never actually do anything that would put the baby at risk.”
Lexi’s face pinched. “Ew. More than I needed to know.”
Sugar pulled a pen from her purse and grabbed a napkin. “Shopping list time. Do we need new iPods?” She paused. “Clothes, new shoes… what else? Snacks. Hmmm.”
“Definitely some of those chocolate-coconut bars we finished off on the way up here.”
Sugar nodded.
“Surveillance work is great. Remind me to tell Parker to shove it next time he complains.”
Sugar penned SNACKS and circled it. “Ten-four, buckaroo. Time to get our workout on.”
***
The rhythmic pounding of the man running for his life in between Sugar’s and Lexi’s treadmills was more than enough up-close proof that Bishop O’Kane was as physically fit as his profile said. This gym catered to professional bodybuilders but was empty with the exception of one other person and staff. It was elite and niche, and Sugar had basically used her stomach and her hormones to get them a day pass.
Not exactly Titan-level detective work, but this was more a girl’s trip than anything else… right? Her phone buzzed as she and Lexi walked lazily on either side of their unknowing target.
Lexi: What have we learned? I’m bored.
Sugar: I was bored at home. This was something to do.
Lexi: Right.
Lexi: I think he knows we know each other.
Lexi: Shit! He’s looking at both of us.
Lexi: SUGAR!
Sugar got off her treadmill and walked calmly to the bathroom. The second she was out of sight, she pulled her phone back out.
Sugar: Do I have to teach you how to creep up on a dude!?!?
Lexi: Maybe…
She tittered to herself. Well, that was probably true. For as hot as Lexi was, she was clueless when it came to the art of flirting. Though they weren’t flirting. But still, spying on a guy took a certain level of finesse that Lexi didn’t have.
Sugar: We need a new game plan .
Sugar: Does he still look suspicious of us?
Sugar: Hello?
Sugar: Hey, Thelma, it’s Louise. Why’d you go radio silent?
Lexi: We have a problem
Sugar: On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 is we need to hit the pancake house again, and 10 is I have to hit up GUNS for the ammo Jared wouldn’t let me have, gimme a number .
She grabbed her bag from a locker and wrestled out of her exercise pants and back into leather pants, which—thank the Lord for maternity adaptation—were more comfortable.
Sugar’s screen blinked with the
Zack Stentz, Ashley Edward Miller