44 Tasha
I sit staring at the wall, silently cursing myself for having not said anything. I’d had it all planned. I was going to wait until he got home and confront him about the gym thing. I was going to ask him which gym he went to, why he’d suddenly decided he wanted to go now and, ultimately, what he’d really been up to. But I bottled it.
I knew deep down that he hadn’t gone to the gym. He never goes to the gym. Not in the past few years, anyway. Sure, he’s had memberships like everyone else, but he cancelled the last one a good two years ago after letting it run for a while. He’s never particularly been a fitness freak, and he’s lucky that his general physique and metabolism mean that he doesn’t need to be. But that’s not all that led me to think that there was no way he’d been at t
