I once did an intense one-hour arm workout session and then went to work the following day, and it happened to be one of the busiest days. Did I mention it was the first time I was working out in months? The numbing pain I had every time I picked up another tray of food is exactly how I feel right now.
My arms are on fire and it's is all William's fault—well, mostly.
I was determined to try out as many guns as I could find and figure out which ones were easier to use. I must have been going at it for over an hour when I caught sight of a spectacular view from the window.
Will entered the ground-floor gym and went to town pounding the treadmill. I wasn't sure how long he ran on it but damn if the view wasn't enticing. If I thought that was as good as it could get, I was wrong. My jaw must have dropped to the ground when he grabbed the edges of his tank top and ripped it off, using it to wipe the sweat off his forehead and neck.
