“What did you do yesterday? Delayed reactions are not uncommon. Training, choreo, anything vigorous?” Oh no. Jeremy glanced at me before he smiled at Hardwick. “Uh. I had a lot of physical gratification yesterday . . .” I wanted to die. Maddox snorted. Hardwick sighed. “How much?” “Four times.” “Four times?” Maddox cried. He stared at me, his mouth open. “I said small steps.”
