FOUR
A few days later, we worked out in London’s home gym. London ran on the treadmill while I did protein-shaken chin-ups.
She glanced over at me, barely breaking a sweat. “Since I’m now in charge of your health and wellbeing, there are a few things I’m curious about.”
“Yeah?”
“Are you still on steroids?”
“Nope. Well, nothing anabolic. No danger of road-rage here.”
“Interesting.” She watched me stretch my upper arms. “What are your other medications for? The ones you take on a daily basis?”
“My box is under my bed if you want to have a look.” I grinned at her. “Try not to faint at the number of pots, bottles and inhalers. Why the questions, anyhow?”
“It’s all about the stamina. Good to know how you cope on days when you’re not as strong as this.” London turned off the treadmill. “
