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Luca
“You’re still here?” Nico Belinsky slid onto the next bar stool, still wearing a tie at eight o’clock in the evening.
“I needed somewhere to stay for a few weeks, and this seemed like as good a place as any. Nice gym, by the way.”
That was an understatement. In my experience, most hotel gyms consisted of a treadmill and an exercise bike slung into a dusty corner with one of those “jack of all trades, master of none” weight machines if you were lucky. The gym at the Peninsula was an athlete’s paradise. I’d spent an hour lifting free weights this morning and then gone for a swim in a pool actually big enough to do laps in.
The rates weren’t cheap, but I’d thought “f**k it” and booked a room for three weeks anyway. I wanted to stay close to Brooke, and my years living in CHUs and
