Chapter 9

Heaving a gusty sigh, I stood, put away my belongings, grabbed some snacks, and made my way to the front desk to do the other part of my fun job at the gym.

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“Why the long face?” Damien asked as we had lunch together on a bench behind the fitness center. It was located in the middle of a small park.

“No reason,” I hedged, chewing on my second burger. I burned a lot of calories doing the spin classes, so I was starving.

“Don’t lie to me, buddy. Something’s up. Spill it,” he replied, poking my ankle with his foot.

“Really, it’s not a big deal. I’m just…confused about…” I stopped and shook my head, then took another big bite of my burger.

“How’s it going with the temporary roomie?” he asked, trying a different tack, I supposed.

“Oh, it’s fine. He has an interview this afternoon for a job at the LGBT center. He’s likely to get it.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Damien asked, his brow furrowed.