“Ed, my main man, how are things going with the online dating thing?” asked Emmett. He was devouring his lunch, most of it dribbling onto his chin. “Any hotties?”
“Dude, I do not want to see your lunch as it’s digesting,” Edward snorted, tossing a napkin to his best friend and business partner. They owned several lucrative gyms, Twilight Fitness, in and around the Seattle area. Emmett was the body and Edward was the brains. Edward did have a ripped body, but nowhere near the caliber of Emmett, whose muscles had muscles. “How are you not six-hundred pounds?”
“I’ve got fucking great metabolism,” he said, tossing his garbage into the trash. “You done with that?” He pointed to Edward’s half-eaten sandwich.
“Have at it, Chunk,” Edward grumbled, rolling his eyes. “In regard to the online dating thing, I’ve met this really sweet girl.”
“Oh, give me details,” Emmett grinned.
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