Chapter 15: Dude Pushes
Some could have considered me a cat because I couldn’t help myself from being schedule-oriented. Following afternoon work at Sinn, without bumping into Jax, I decided to accomplish two tasks: one, have an hour workout at Dude Pushes; two, to enjoy a wedge salad with a bowl of New England clam chowder at Findor’s on Shady Street.
I ended up at the gym around seven in the evening. The lot looked bare of vehicles and patrons because of the unexpected snowstorm; not that it prevented me from my daily deeds concerning my health, muscles, and physical whatnots.
Inside the gym, a tank top-wearing male ginger with muscles out the wazoo and thighs of steel covered in Lycra shorts sat behind the associate desk. I flashed my membership card at him and headed to the locker r
