“This is a physical…isn’t it?” I gape at him. “This—I’m a knee specialist, Langley. You were already wearing shorts.” I gesture to the pile of polyester at his feet. His face blanches whiter than an almond. “But the other guys all said—” He pauses, and we just stare at each other. Then his cheeks go from white to red. “Oh, fuck those guys! I’m gonna kill Novy.” Then he’s dropping to his knees to snatch up the shorts. I can’t hide my smile as I shake my head. “Just put your clothes back on. I’ll wait outside.” The second I step out, the gym explodes with laughter.
