NIGHT ROUTINES
~KADE~
{Playlist suggestion: "Haunted" by Taylor Swift}
I didn't expect to start looking forward to my late nights at Crawford Elite.
But here I was, glancing at the clock again, counting down the minutes until I knew she'd arrive. Chelsea Lynch. The cleaning girl with eyes that cut straight through my bullshit.
My knee still hurt from last week's mishap, but I'd followed her instructions…mostly. The swelling had gone down enough that I could walk without wincing.
The tape she'd applied had stayed on for three days, exactly as long as she'd told me to leave it.
The gym was empty tonight except for me. I kept my training light—just some upper body work and careful stretching. No need to risk another lecture.
At precisely 11:30 PM, I heard the soft squeak of her clean
