When she returned to the gym, Nick and Weber were in side-by-side squat racks in what was clearly a macho contest. Riley noted neither of them had nearly as much weight on the bar as Chupacabra had. Nick dumped the bar into the cradles and bent at the waist. “Jesus. My spleen,” he complained. “That’s not where your spleen is, idiot. Did you ever even take an anatomy class?” Weber huffed as he tried to catch his breath. “I know where all the important stuff is,” Nick insisted, panting. He spotted her in the mirror and straightened, pretending not to be winded. “Hey, babe. I beat Weber in
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