Chapter 3

“Hmm,” Lee murmured with appreciation. “Check out the fresh meat.”

Brenna let the barbell drop back into its cradle. “Hello? You’re supposed to be watching me. That’s sort of what spotting means.”

“You’re doing fine.” Lee leaned on the barbell with both hands before she could lift it again. “Who do you think that is?”

Sitting up halfway to look, Brenna shook her head. “Don’t know. He isn’t in our division.”

“No shit.” Lee ran a hand through his hair, then patted it to make sure it was flat. “What do you think? Should I go talk to him? What’s your gaydar say?”

Brenna rolled her eyes and laid back on the bench. “It says stop salivating over a fellow officer and spot me.”

“Officer?” Lee watched the man release the bar and drop to the ground. In one fluid moment, he was on hands and toes, cranking out pushups. Nothing he wore indicated any rank. “How do you know he’s an officer?”