The idea of either Donovan or Rick getting fat was almost laughable. But Bridget was being intense about something other than me f*****g her two best friends, so I was not about derail the conversation.
"You still have to win a race," she repeated between breaths. "I still want to get my qualification times up into the top heats at the New Englands. So we run. Hard."
Unfortunately, she punctuated that last word by picking up the pace further. I didn't respond at first, and she started to pull ahead of me. She glared back at me, and I caught back up, but with ill grace.
"Do we have to make this a race to get you into it?" she growled at me.
For a moment, I forgot about the gorilla out there on the course with us and reacted like we were the same old friends. "You want to race me? On the
