light as he jogged the length of the bus and down the steps.
“So that’s the band’s physical trainer, I take it?” Toni said.
“No,” Logan said, his tone thick with sarcasm. “He bakes us cupcakes.”
“Mmm, caaaake,” Toni said in the voice of a zombie craving brains. She wished Kirk really did bake cupcakes. Her sweet tooth hadn’t been satisfied once since she’d stepped on the bus. She was surprised by how healthy these guys ate. But then they probably wouldn’t look so fit and delicious if they subsisted on beer and Cheetos.
“Caaaake,” Logan copied her.
“Do you guys always exercise and eat well?” she asked as she found a pair of yoga pants in her bag and slid them on over her sleep shorts. She figured she could dress comfortably while following the guys around in the gym and no one would notice. She changed into a clean shirt as well.
“Only when we’re under Sam’s thumb,” Logan said. “You’ll get to watch me lounge around and binge on junk food tomorrow.”
His day off. She smiled, looking forward to having his undivided attention and no social engagements. She couldn’t really complain anyway. He’d done a remarkable job of spending time with her, even though he was so incredibly busy with the tour. Well, except for leaving her alone while he’d stayed at the party. She wondered if he’d had fun while she was sleeping like a rock.
“Assuming I can lift my hands as high as my mouth after Kirk is finished with me,” Logan added.
With a sigh, he stood and made a pit stop in the bathroom—taking a lengthy pee with the door wide open. The man had no boundaries. He then swallowed a few painkillers with a sports drink he grabbed out of the fridge—still deliciously in the buff—before putting on a pair of tight briefs.
“Gotta keep the boys from flopping about,” he told her with a wink. He covered his black underwear with a pair of shorts, and they sat side by side on the sofa to put on their socks and trainers.
“Pink and blue zigzags today,” Logan said as he waited for her to grab her camera and other equipment.
“What?”
“Your socks.”
She hadn’t paid attention to what she’d put on.
“Do you approve?” she asked, snuggling into his side when he wrapped an arm around her and directed her toward the door.
“Seeing what socks you’re wearing is like getting an extra little surprise every time I get you naked.”
“You don’t have to get me naked to see my socks,” she reminded him as she stepped in front of him so she could take the narrow stairs to the ground.
“But I prefer it that way.”
Logan shivered when he stepped off the bus. He hadn’t put on a shirt. And Toni couldn’t resist running a hand over his gooseflesh and the taut nipples that were now begging for her attention.
“Why is it so damned cold?” Logan rubbed his hands briskly over his upper arms.
“Probably because the sun isn’t even up yet.”
“Yeah, well, most of the gyms will only accommodate us taking over their facility if we do it in their off hours. So we get to work out at oh dark thirty.”
Toni wrote a note on her hand about asking Butch how they coordinated gym time. Sounded like a huge hassle just to exercise.
“Can’t you work out at the hotel or something?” she asked.
“We do. But every three days, Kirk insists on free weights.”
“Of course he does,” Toni muttered under her breath. The man could probably deadlift a tank.
The gym was a surprising flurry of activity. She’d anticipated seeing the band members of Exodus End, but most of the crew—including Butch—and two members of Sinners—lead singer Sed Lionheart and the short guy with spikey blond hair, whose name and instrument escaped Toni at the moment—were already working up a sweat. There were a couple of women she didn’t recognize on the elliptical machines. Toni was pretty sure the one who looked like a supermodel was Sed Lionheart’s wife. Reagan wasn’t with the other women. She was curling a set of large dumbbells and making faces at herself in the mirror that spanned one large wall. Her hunk of a tall, dark, and handsome bodyguard was keeping a close eye on her while he performed squats.
Toni turned on her video camera and waited for some magic to happen. She didn’t have to wait long.
“Behold!” Logan said raising both arms in the air and flicking his wrists to wave his hands down at himself. “Lo.”