Greyson’s POV
“Do you need to stop for another breather?” I ask, since Aubrey seems to be breathing a lot heavier than she typically does when she’s exercising in the fitness room back home in Seattle.
“Maybe… we could… slow down… a bit!” She pants as she replies.
“Sure,” I agree, slowing down significantly. “Running on sand isn’t nearly as easy as using a stair master.”
“You have… much… longer legs!” She wheezes, suddenly stopping and bending over to catch her breath. She stays like that for several seconds before speaking again. “This has nothing to do with whether it’s easier or harder than a stair master. I have to take more steps for every one of yours, which makes it harder just to keep up!”
“Oh, I guess that’s true,” I admit sheepishly. I notice Aubrey doesn’t look am
