Completion
I'm not feeling cheerful, but it's unexpectedly good to see them.
Machines stop, weights clang, and three sets of eyes turn my way. I'm heading toward the free weights, but stop. No one said "hey," or "hello," or even "fuck you", for that matter. "What's up?" I ask, even though I have a pretty good idea.
Mike moves forward. He's the only one of the three who's married. He should also be at work. "Are you fucking around with Danny?"
Mike is the one who kept my brother and me from killing each other over Cami. He's a big dude, with a bit of a beer belly and lots of hard muscle thrown in. He takes no crap on the field or off of it.
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