CHAPTER 33 — MY DATE HATES GYM RATS
[IVY'S POV]
The first warning sign should have been the way Ethan stared at Asher's gym bag like it contained a dangerous animal.
The second warning sign should have been when he asked, "So... how often does he do that?"
"Do what?" I asked, stirring my coffee.
"Lift things."
I slowly lowered my spoon.
"That's your question?"
Ethan nodded seriously.
"Yes."
I looked around the café, wondering if someone had replaced my date with a confused documentary narrator.
"It's a strange opening topic."
"I'm just curious."
"About his lifting schedule?"
"About why someone needs that much muscle."
I blinked.
"Because he likes fitness?"
"That's what they all say."
I stared at him.
"They all?"
Ethan leaned closer like he was sharing government secrets
