Suspicion flared in Foreman's chest. He wouldn't want to stick around someone who was throwing a shit-fit. His mouth twisted. Great, now he was going to get shamed into a better mood just by seeing how much Amber was willing to endure to be with him. The last thing he wanted was to put her off so much that she realized he wasn't worth it. The contradiction wasn't lost on him--in superficial relationships, one-night stands or a few weeks' good times, Foreman never let himself get like this. Nothing mattered, so it was easy to stay composed and urbane. But when it mattered, when he cared, things slipped out almost before he'd noticed. He wanted to pull back from Amber and get back that guy he knew he should be, the one who'd laugh off the talk of visiting families and erase his own with one casual shrug. Amber, though--if they were together long enough...she'd know. And he wasn't going to lie now and spring the truth on her later. She'd already more than made clear that that was a deal-breaker for her.
He nodded at Amber's encouragement and pulled out. The drive to the gym was a little longer, because first, it was convenient to the hospital, not Amber's apartment, and second because Foreman hadn't been interested in finding some second-rate place. He wanted all the perks thrown in, as long as he was paying a damn high membership fee. He was there most days, for a swim or a weight-lifting session or just a shower, and any place where he spent that much time should be first rate.
Saturday mornings were typically busy, but there was a lull just after noon most days, and they'd managed to hit that low point. Foreman pulled into his usual parking space. He hadn't said anything during the drive, because he figured at least that couldn't make it worse, and he kept quiet as he led the way inside. The place was huge, with the front room dedicated to crosstraining, treadmills, and weights. Further back were the gyms, squash courts, and the lap pool, with the rows of change rooms separating the two halves of the gym.
Carrying his gym bag, Foreman went straight to the front desk. One of the perks that he didn't call on that often, but was damn glad to have when he needed it, was access to a more private change room. The clerk recognized him and came over immediately, signing Amber in as his guest and passing over the swipe key. Foreman signed up for a court time in about half an hour. Once they'd passed through the gate into the gym, Foreman headed down the hall and waved the key in front of the lock, opening the door. The change room was quieter, and cleaner, than the typical one; it had its own shower and bigger lockers. It was more of a closet than anything else, but they could stay together, and it was pretty unlikely that anyone else would barge in. If they were going to have a stupid argument, at least it didn't have to be in public.
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He nodded at Amber's encouragement and pulled out. The drive to the gym was a little longer, because first, it was convenient to the hospital, not Amber's apartment, and second because Foreman hadn't been interested in finding some second-rate place. He wanted all the perks thrown in, as long as he was paying a damn high membership fee. He was there most days, for a swim or a weight-lifting session or just a shower, and any place where he spent that much time should be first rate.
Saturday mornings were typically busy, but there was a lull just after noon most days, and they'd managed to hit that low point. Foreman pulled into his usual parking space. He hadn't said anything during the drive, because he figured at least that couldn't make it worse, and he kept quiet as he led the way inside. The place was huge, with the front room dedicated to crosstraining, treadmills, and weights. Further back were the gyms, squash courts, and the lap pool, with the rows of change rooms separating the two halves of the gym.
Carrying his gym bag, Foreman went straight to the front desk. One of the perks that he didn't call on that often, but was damn glad to have when he needed it, was access to a more private change room. The clerk recognized him and came over immediately, signing Amber in as his guest and passing over the swipe key. Foreman signed up for a court time in about half an hour. Once they'd passed through the gate into the gym, Foreman headed down the hall and waved the key in front of the lock, opening the door. The change room was quieter, and cleaner, than the typical one; it had its own shower and bigger lockers. It was more of a closet than anything else, but they could stay together, and it was pretty unlikely that anyone else would barge in. If they were going to have a stupid argument, at least it didn't have to be in public.