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“One more,” I said.
“Don’t you ever get tired?” Chris asked as he positioned himself behind the bench I was lying on.
I was gearing up for another set of bench presses. I had already completed five sets at 850 lbs, and I didn’t even feel fatigued. I planned to go for a run afterwards, maybe an hour, and then I could finally rest. Rest had been hard to come by since Jane died, but now, with Lara on my mind, my skin felt like it was tingling, and my temper was worse than ever.
“Okay, just one more,” I said as I finished my set.
“No!” Chris said, refusing to spot me any longer as he walked around the bench.
I sat up, confused, watching him shake his head and cross his arms. He didn’t look pleased at all—actually, he looked annoyed.
“No more,” he insisted.
“Why? I can go for a
