#Chapter 13 Get Out of the Kitchen

“You mean…you knew?”

“You think?”

“I…well…”

I was a bit distracted. I would never admit that out loud. By your words…your actions…

“Did you think I wasn’t observant enough to see the camera set up right there?”

I blushed even though Barnett couldn’t see me. His tone during the workout had been its usual forceful one, but something about how he had conducted himself, about what he said, how close he was to me when he said it—it was too much for me even now.

“Well?”

I shook my head, realizing I had lost myself in my thoughts.

“No, I guess…I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just remember that other people might not be as cool about it as I am. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And in the future, I don’t mind being in your videos, any time you need me.”

“Okay,” I said, a bit surprised.

“I am your trainer, after all.”

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That night, I dreamt of a memory from