Piper
I decided I didn’t want to ruin the residual happiness of spending the weekend with Henry by calling my father back on Monday, so instead, I cleared a space on my floor, put one of my books in front of me, set a timer, and put myself into a plank.
I realized that, unlike my mate, I can’t use distraction to get me through this. I’ve just about decided that I can’t do anymore when there’s a knock at my door.
“Come in!” I yell.
“What the f**k are you doing, Hellfire?” Zach asks.
“How long can you hold a plank?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never tried. Why?”
“Henry has ridiculous core strength. He said he once held a plank for an hour but then had to get back to work.”
“How long have you been in your plank?” he asks.
I look at the timer. “Eighteen minutes.”
“Uh, I hate to be the bearer
