Brody shoved past the slowpokes. He had his green smoothie, but my God, was he hungry… and angry!
It’s worth it, he thought. With intermittent fasting and the stud muffin personal trainer working him at the gym (and in the bedroom), he was going to be the one in his circle with the most defined abs… not Carson.
Up ahead hard-hatted men blocked his path. Stomach growling, he pushed past.
Whip, snap, whiz, went the ropes.
As the piano above Brody plummeted, his last thought was, God, I should’ve had that burger.
