Chapter 7Mitch came into the gym to find Cal chatting to a couple of the girls on the exercise bikes. He’d better only be chatting and not flirting.
“Come on through here,” he ordered Cal and marched to the large open space they used for PT when it was too cold or raining heavily outside on deck.
“Good afternoon, Cal,” Cal said, imitating Mitch’s accent. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch, Cal. Why yes, I did, thank you, Mitch, and thank you for asking.”
“You done?” Mitch pulled the hooded top he wore off over his head, leaving on the thin T-shirt he wore under it. “We’re not here for a social visit. Drop and give me twenty.”
Cal stared. “You actually said that? I can’t believe you said that.”
“Make it twenty-five.” Mitch didn’t wait for him to obey. He kicked off his shoes, dropped himse
