“Stay away from the equipment,” Colt cautioned when they had changed into workout clothes in the locker room at the fitness center early Thursday morning.
Sax gave him a startled look. “Why?”
“Your rib.”
“Damn, Colt, it’s fine. Hell, we wouldn’t have been fuc…, um you know—” He moderated his words when he realized they weren’t the only people there.
A man who was close enough to overhear laughed. “We’re all adults. If you f****d, you f****d, which,” he paused momentarily. “Which means you’re gay, yes?”
“Yep, and married, so your virtue is safe,” Colt replied dryly.
“Not worried about that. Men don’t do it for me.” The man closed his locker and headed toward the door leading to the swimming pool.
“Okay, that was not exactly an auspicious start to being a member here,” Sax grumbled, s
