CHAPTER THIRTEENMARCUS
DAY NINE
Marcus kicked the blankets off and rolled out of bed. Picking up his cellphone he checked the time. 7 am. Not too early to call. He dialed Taylor’s number, then frowned when it went straight to voicemail. Well, maybe she was sleeping in today. He got up and dressed in shorts and sneakers. Heading downstairs, he pushed open the door to the station gym. A few other guys were already there.
He walked over the weight bench. Locking his fingers together, he stretched his arms above his head. Then rolling his neck, he added weight to the bar. Dillon walked over. “Want me to spot you?”
Marcus nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”
Lying back, he wrapped his hands around the bar. Slowly lowering it to his chest, he paused, then pushed it back up. Dillon stood at his head, his
