CHAPTER 23
Zac’s arms and legs burned as he held two 40 pound dumbbells in the air while maintaining a deep lunge. Checking his form in the mirrored wall of the hotel’s elite gym, he was pleased with what he saw. He rarely skipped a workout and it showed.
Compared to Rigby’s older, flabbier, reflection next to his, Zac felt especially well formed. Not that it was the old man’s fault, he was a producer and didn’t have to hold himself up to the same rigorous physical demands of being a movie star.
“It’s time to push even harder,” Rigby said, slightly out of breath.
Zac raised up out of his lunge, lowered the weights to hip level, then switched it up, lunging with his other foot forward and lifting the weights again high over his head.
“With Grace?” he asked, making sure Rigby wasn’t tal
