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“You doing okay?” JJ looked over at Steve. They were doing bicep curls. “Looking pumped there, man.”
“You think?” Steve looked down at his arm. “Got a ways to go before I get as big as your dad.”
That was true, but JJ knew his daddy worked hard on his arms because Calvin really got off on his guns.
Maggie liked big arms, too. She said they made her feel safe. JJ grinned to himself; his girlfriend was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in any situation without any help from him.
As if Steve could read JJ’s thoughts, he said, “It was odd, Maggie telling us to come to the gym like this. Any idea why?”
JJ hoped his non-committal grunt would suffice as an answer.
“Really odd.”
“Yeah,” JJ relaxed his arm, maybe he should have used a lighter weight.
“Probably wants us to do some male bonding or some shit like that.”
“Wanna work on triceps?” JJ asked, changing the subject.
“Gotta get your pitching arm ready for the season, right?” Steve smirked.