Chapter 7
A MESSAGE
Rafael and Fernando puffed along on side-by-side treadmills, staring through the windows at a shopping precinct.
Working out was the best way Rafael knew to release tension whenever he felt like he was losing control. His goal reached, he stopped the treadmill. Sweat dripped down his body as he picked up his towel and wiped his face and the back of his neck. He gulped water from his bottle, savouring its coolness, then picked up a pair of dumbbells. His biceps flexed under his damp t-shirt as he alternately raised and lowered the weights for twenty counts on each side, then sighed with relief. He hated the gym, but the physical rewards afterwards paid off.
Fernando hit him on the shoulder. “You jerk. Why do you have to look so great compared to me? I can’t seem to l
