No Rep (Madd CrossFit #1) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,23

which,” Fran teased.

I winked at her. “Most likely, it’s the food. And the fact that I’m giving it to him. I’m just sayin’.”

She waited patiently for me to finish up, then grinned when she saw my massive bag of shit that I picked up, like always.

“One of these days, I need a CrossFit bag. Make it official and all that jazz,” she told me teasingly.

I frowned, then held up a finger before moving into my bedroom.

“I ordered one of these, and it came with this tiny little baby bag that would never fit all of my shit,” I said. “I tossed it in the bottom of my closet.”

Hurrying toward my room, I found the bright pink bag that had been in my closet for I didn’t know how long.

Snatching it up, I walked back into the living room to find her once again petting the cat. The cat that had snarfed down his food like he didn’t get fed four times a damn day.

I rolled my eyes, then held the pink bag out to her.

“Wow.” She paused. “When you said tiny, I was expecting like a miniature version of yours. This is a full-size backpack.”

“A full-size backpack that doesn’t fit shit in it,” I agreed. “It’s yours if you want it.”

She hugged it close and grinned. “I’ll cherish it. And put the grips that you discarded in there.”

I rolled my eyes and held the door open for her to exit. Once she did, I waited to see what Gumby wanted to do, only to already see him heading for my bedroom. Which meant he’d sleep on my fuckin’ pillow.

Closing the door and shutting him inside, I locked it, then set the alarm using my phone.

When I turned around, it was to find Fran already leaning into the car and pulling out the grips I’d given her yesterday.

They were too big for her.

They were practically brand new.

But I’d wanted her to have them.

She didn’t need to know that I’d literally just bought them and had probably only worn them a handful of times.

She was doing me a favor by driving me around, anyway.

Not that she would’ve taken them had I told her that they were new.

So I’d fibbed a little bit.

“Works great,” she teased. “Now, I need to go get one of those pink jump ropes that are in the ads I’m seeing all over social media.”

I snorted. “Isn’t it fuckin’ weird that you think about something, and all of a sudden it’s in your news feed? I mean, literally, last night, I was thinking about how I needed to buy some new chalk for the gym. Fast-forward to this morning, and that’s all I’m seeing in almost all of my ads.”

“Last night, I told my sister that I wanted some new CrossFit shoes. This morning, I’m seeing some Superwoman ones, and I’m buying them.”

I snickered at her words.

“That’s the way of it.” I rolled my eyes and opened her car door for her.

The passenger side.

Turns out, Fran really hated to drive.

As in, she detested it.

Something I’d found out when she offered me the keys to her vehicle nine times out of ten when we were driving around.

Which was fuckin’ hilarious seeing as she ran errands for a living, which made her drive around town a lot.

“I’ve heard a lot about those. But you won’t get any of them. They sold out within the first day, I think,” I said as I backed out of the driveway and started heading for the gym.

Her car sputtered and coughed, and I said, “When I get mine back, we’re doing an ol’ switcheroo. Yours is going in, and then I’ll let you drive mine around while doing shit.”

Her eyes sparkled as she said, “That sounds like a mess.”

“Sounds like I owe you one,” I told her. “And this car sounds like it’s going to break down any second.”

She started to snicker. “It might.”

I looked over at her and winked.

When we got to the gym, it was to find Maria already waiting for us.

“I fuckin’ hate her,” I muttered underneath my breath, trying to keep it low enough that Fran wouldn’t hear.

But she did hear.

And she was snickering as we both got out of her car.

“I never thought I’d see you in a run-down ‘piece of shit’ like that, T,” Maria chided me.

I felt my eye twitch at the sound of her voice.

Maria and I had gotten married young. As in, she was seventeen with her parents’ permission, and I was eighteen. I went into