CHAPTER 42
The gym lights flickered softly against the polished floor, casting long, golden streaks across the mats. It was early. Too early for anyone else to be here—except Jeremy, who always made early look effortless.
Natasha pushed through the glass door, letting it close behind her with a soft thud. She hadn’t even taken off her hoodie before she spotted him—shirtless, his muscles moving like quiet waves beneath his skin, throwing sharp punches into the heavy bag. The sound echoed through the still space.
“You’re actually early,” he called out, not turning around.
“I was invited early,” she replied, pulling off her hoodie and tossing it onto the bench. “Midnight calls don’t leave much room for negotiation.”
Jeremy turned, giving her that slow, infuriating smirk. “Right. I wanted
