The gym was loud with music and the rhythmic thud of feet hitting the mat. Jared stood in front of them like a drill instructor, arms crossed, expression deadly serious.

“Again,” he ordered. “Come on, Oakley!" Jared barked, his voice sounding less like a partner and more like the drill sergeant he once was.

“You’re supposed to be encouraging the weak, Jay,” Beck grumbled, dropping for another burpee.

Myla collapsed onto her back, panting, completely spent. Jared stood over her, ...