Wendy
"R-Reed?"
My voice betrayed me completely. It didn't come out as a confident, mature wife. It came out as a breathless, pathetic squeak.
Reed immediately dropped from the bar. His heavy sneakers hit the mat with a thud, and he spun around to face me. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. His dark hair was a messy, sweat-dampened halo, curling slightly at the ends.
"Wendy…” He said, clearly surprised. He stood up straight, rolling his shoulders back. "I didn't hear you come in."
"I... I just got here." I lied smoothly, desperately locking my eyes onto the bridge of his nose. "I was looking for you."
"Is everything okay?" He asked, taking a step toward me.
"Yes! Everything is fine." I said quickly, my voice pitching up an octave.
Step back, my brain warned,
