Jane’s POVHe was shirtless, sweat glistening across his back in silver beads. The treadmill roared beneath his pounding feet, burning with the force of his strides.“Diego!” I called. My voice echoed through the wide, polished room yet he didn’t flinch.I walked closer until I stood in front of him, hands fixed on my waist. Only then did his pace begin to falter. Step by step, slower and slower, until the machine carried him back and released him. He stepped off yet he still refused to meet my eyes.“You can’t just show up here whenever you want, Lucia,” he muttered, turning sideways. His hand skipped over the water bottle and instead snatched the towel from the rack.“Oh, I see…” I folded my arms.“All I’m saying is... you should call first. Anika could’ve been here.” His voice was sharp as he rubbed the towel across his face. “Imagine what she’d think.”“Well, Anika has nothing to worry about. Neither do you.” I steadied my tone. “I only came to clear things up, and then I’ll leave
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