He did this twice more, making a groaning noise with the efforts. He could feel sweat drip off his brow. His chest heaved and his muscles strained. His arms were shaking as he managed to get the bar back onto the stand above him. Lazarus stood over him, ready to assist. It hadn’t been necessary. It never was. “Not too fucking bad.” The big male grinned. “For a pussy that is.” He made a grunting noise that Gideon realized was supposed to be a laugh. “Yeah, well…takes one to know one.” Gideon was still breathing hard. He pulled himself upright, grabbing the towel at his feet. His body was drenched in sweat. He used the towel to wipe his face and then his chest. “That’s me.” He huffed. “I’m done.” “Giving up so soon?” Lazarus raised his brow. “Not all of us feel the need to pump iron several hours a day, besides, my shift starts soon…” Gideon shook his head. Lazarus grimaced, looking every bit the warrior son of a bitch he was. “I’m a little frustrated at the moment.
