“If he makes me do one more rep,” Max muttered, rubbing his aching arms. He had thought he was in pretty decent shape—until Deacon got hold of him.
The woman, who was one of the two other people in Deacon’s class, laughed. “I remember that feeling, after my first time. You’ll get used to it.”
“You will,” Deacon agreed. “For now, though, do a few stretches to wind down while I finish off with these guys. Then we’re done for the day.”
Max did as he’d been told, before collapsing on the bench along one side of Deacon’s garage s***h workout room. He watched Deacon’s clients, wondering—as they finished up and got ready to leave—if he’d ever be as well conditioned as they were. I will if I put my mind to it. If it doesn’t kill me first, which is a definite possibility. “I’m too old for this.”
