CHAPTER THREE
I tapped my feat repeatedly on the carpeted floor, biting the edge of my thumb. Getting up, I began pacing to and fro, trying to come up with something convincing that would have me not go to that damn gym but nothing seemed to cross my brain at the moment. I wasn’t prepared to face George just yet. For a month, I hadn’t seen or talked to him. What I ran into the gym tomorrow? What was I supposed to say to him? Things hadn’t been extremely tensed when we last talked on the same morning, I quit working for Ares. What had he up to apart from his acting and brand endorsements?
“You know that pacing is not going to help, right?” Lizzie looked up from where she was sitting on the couch, catching on an episode of Brooklyn nine-nine. It was our latest binge-watching addiction but
