“You certainly have the build for it,” she teased, shamelessly eyeing him up and down and licking her lips.
Ben made a face, dismissing her compliment. “I hated it. Every year I threatened to quit, and every year my dad pulled out another trophy from his rowing championships to show me.”
She groaned out loud. “The man really knows how to lay on a guilt trip.”
“You have no idea. I liked being out on the water, but not the six a.m. practices, the grueling workouts, the feeling that if you weren’t half dead in your seat you weren’t pushing hard enough... I guess I kind of missed some important Mailer gene.”
“The one that thrives under the pressure to win?”
“That’s the one.”
“Well, lucky for you Paper Lake doesn’t have much of a competitive team, so you’re safe for now.”
“It’s nice to b
