Asher’s POV
My feet pounded against the treadmill, breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed myself harder. Sweat blurred my vision, but I didn’t slow down. Not until the sharp scent of smoke hit the air.
Shit.
I slammed the stop button and stepped off, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Finally,” Michael drawled, tossing me a towel. “For a second, I thought we were all gonna burn to death.” Amusement laced his voice as he watched me wipe the sweat off my face. I pointed to my water bottle, and without a word, he handed it over.
I took a long drink before muttering, “Thought you hated working out.”
“Oh, I do,” he admitted, stretching lazily. “I’m just here to see if I get stared at like you.” He nodded toward a group of women across the gym, their eyes flicking to me before quickly l
