No Rep (Madd CrossFit #1) - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,3

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-Text from Fran to Mavis

FRAN

“Did you know one of the worst workouts in CrossFit is named Fran?” the sexy man, our coach, asked me.

And when I say sexy, I felt like even that word didn’t give the man standing in front of me enough justice.

Even him saying I was named after an awful workout wasn’t enough to keep me from staring at him.

Something I’d been doing ever since I’d noticed he was there.

Jesus, he was severely breathtaking.

“I did not.” I shook my head. “I have to admit, I was kind of unwilling to try CrossFit until recently. I don’t want to look like a bodybuilder.”

The man’s lips twitched, but he didn’t smile. He did have amusement in his eyes, however.

“You won’t,” he promised. “Bodybuilders have to eat and bulk up to get to their growth. I highly doubt you’d like ingesting five thousand calories a day and lifting weights for six hours. Plus, you don’t have enough testosterone flowing through your veins.”

I automatically shook my head, unable to answer him.

My tongue was twisted and refused to work properly.

My eyes went over his body as he thankfully moved to the man beside me.

His name was Herb, and he hadn’t worked out in fifteen years. He secretly hoped that he didn’t die today.

All the while Herb was speaking, my eyes took the coach in.

Coach Brady was tall. Very tall. At least six-foot-four.

I’d never really been into tall guys, mostly because I was on the short end, and always looking up was a pain in the neck. Literally.

The coach was also very muscular. As in, he could probably pick me up and break me over his knee with little to no effort.

What had me not freaking out about his size, however, was the color of his eyes.

They were a pale green, like the color of the Gulf of Mexico in Florida on its very best, most clear day.

Eyes that very same shade had been the soothing balm on about two years’ worth of nightmares.

Nightmares that I had, living and awake, since the assault that had nearly killed me.

The man that had saved my life had eyes that color.

I remembered seeing them and only them that night in the dark. He’d had a flashlight that’d reflected off my white shirt and lit up only a small portion of his face, giving me the color of his eyes.

Eyes that I’d then relied on for the next two years to get me out of every nightmare that ever took me over.

I didn’t know why, out of everyone that had helped me after that—the nurses and doctors, the paramedic that kept me alive, physical therapists, occupational therapists, psychiatrists, hell, even my sister—that his eyes were the only thing I was able to focus on that calmed me. But it was the cop that ran the man away before he’d gotten a chance to do anything. That man was the one that stuck out the most. He had stopped something from happening to me that would have broken me and I would never be able to recover from.

The coach’s jaw was chiseled—even under the short beard that covered the lower half of his face. I could even make out a chin dimple, too.

A chin dimple that was adorable on most people but was sexy as hell on him.

Seriously, the man was the whole package.

Dark brown hair that almost appeared black until he turned just right. Dark scruff on his face. Dark eyebrows, and eyelashes that were more suitable for a female than a male—or, at least, they were eyelashes that a female would kill to have without having to get them added on once a month.

His mouth was full, and his teeth were straight.

His Adam’s apple was prominent, and what I could see of his chest and legs—he was wearing jeans, motorcycle boots, and a black t-shirt—was just as muscular and toned as what I couldn’t see.

Did CrossFit coaches normally wear street clothes like that to the gym?

Outwardly, I couldn’t see any tattoos—but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any.

There was also a scar on his lip that looked like it’d happened recently.

“Are you even listening?” Mavis hissed.

No, no I was not.

“No,” I admitted. “Why?”

“He told us to go roll out.”

I had no idea what that meant.

“Holy shit, Mavis. What the hell?” I whispered to my sister the moment that she pulled us to a corner of the gym that was semi-private, sensing that I was losing it.

Mavis turned to me