King's Promise. Adrianne Byrd
modest, Xavier shrugged. “I still get in a four-mile run most days, watch what I eat and do this whole muscle-confusion phenomenon that’s sweeping the country.”
“Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” Ricky rolled his eyes. “DVDs? You’re doing workout DVDs at home? What are you, a chick? Are you bopping around in leotards and leg warmers, too?”
“All right. Reel in the outrage, old man. Times have changed.”
“You’re telling me?” Ricky adjusted his woolen cap. “Yesterday I was buying diapers for my newborn daughter, now she buys them for me.”
Xavier’s lips hitched up.
“That’s the sad part. The funny part is that I actually like them. They’re very comfortable. You’ll see in about fifty years.”
“Great. I can’t wait.” Xavier laughed and gave his friend another pat on the back.
“So if you’re doing your workouts like Suzy Homemaker, what are you doing here?”
Last night’s embarrassment quickly flooded Xavier’s mind. “Well, you know, I thought I could use a tune-up on the reflexes and all. Just because I’m not in the ring doesn’t mean that I want to get caught slipping or anything.”
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