She and Reba sprawled on the floor after the aerobics class and watched Remi do her thing.

“Jesus, my eyes are tired just watching this,” Reba huffed, taking a swig of her water.

“Same.”

They were both breathing hard, trying to catch their breath from their workout while Remi went through some rope workout, abs tensing, muscles in her toned arms bunching. They watched in awe until Remi finished and high-fived her trainer before walking over to plop down next to them.

“How in the world, Remi? That shit looked like a case of noodle arms.” Cherisse slid Remi a bottle water.

“The burn’s good.” Remi grinned and nudged Cherisse. “You should try sometime. Gavin’s not so bad.”

“Nah, I’m good. I don’t like people yelling at me.”

“He hardly even yelled today.”

“Uh-huh.” Cherisse wasn’t about some dude screaming in her face for any reason.

“So, I’m thinking pizza night,” Reba piped up. “We haven’t done that in a while. Pizza-movie-catch-up night. My parents won’t be home, so we can even watch something R-rated.” She waggled her brows. “What say you?”

Ah, so that’s how they were going to do it. Their exchange of sneaky glances wasn’t lost on her. Feed her, then pounce with the questions. She couldn’t even be annoyed about it because she did love pizza.

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

“Good!” Reba got to her feet, hands on her hips. “Then you’ll tell us what’s been up with you these past weeks.”

“You aren’t even being subtle about this food bribery.” Cherisse stuck out her hand for Reba to help her up.

Remi got to her feet, too, bouncing on her toes. Cherisse wondered if she could siphon some of her bestie’s energy. “We know the way to loosen your lips.”

Cherisse groaned. “We’re gonna need a lot of pizza.”

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REBA LIVED FIFTEEN minutes away from Jungle Gym, but they’d decided to shower at the gym so they could get right on with making the pizza. Reba and Remi still weren’t asking any questions yet, so they chattered on about other things. The upcoming wedding. Cherisse’s sweating over the dessert stations setup for that and her other Maid of Honor duties. The gift she’d decided on for Ava. She and Reba even ran through a list of emails that needed addressing.

Once the pizza was done, they grabbed their slices and drinks and cued up Magic Mike XXL. Remi and Reba settled in on either side of her on the big comfy couch. They silently lusted after Channing Tatum as he went through his dance routine on that wooden table until Remi stretched her long legs onto the table, plate balanced on her stomach.

“Well.” She raised a brow at Cherisse.

“You not even gonna let me finish my pizza?” Cherisse asked, second slice already in her hand, ready to munch.

“You can eat and talk,” Reba pointed out, ever helpful, as she reached for her ginger-flavored beer that no one liked except her.