-T-shirt Ember “That woman who wants Gabe works here now!” I whisper yelled into the receiver. I watched the woman out of the corner of my eye as she went from trashcan to trash can, emptying each one into her larger trash can that was part of a big yellow cart. “The brunette or the one that has the hots for Gabe?” Cheyenne asked. “I already said the one who has the hot’s for Gabe, dummy!” I answered. I watched her a little more and noticed that she kept glancing in my direction, but then would turn away hoping that she wasn’t caught staring. She finished up with the trash, and then made her way out of the training room. I got up and walked to the door, and looked both ways. She was gone. Good. “What the fuck!” I said. “This is fucking nuts!” “Dude, call Gabe and tell him. Better yet, just send him a text. He is in the middle of painting Dougie’s bike, but I’ve seen him check his phone five times in the last hour. I’m guessing it’s because of you.” Cheyenne said.
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