#Chapter 121: Smoothie for Two

Hannah It was another early morning, but unlike the last one, it was particularly cold and rainy—the first signs of a long and very wet spring. It took all of my willpower to roll out of bed that morning, and just about all of my energy to pull my hair back into a ponytail and put on my training clothes. “Here goes a second try,” I muttered to myself as I pulled my bedroom door open and stepped into the hallway. It had been a few days since the last disaster of a training day, and Noah insisted that he had recovered enough to begin training. I had promised to alternate between Noah and Drake for training, and today was Noah’s day—thankfully in our own home gym. But as I made my way downstairs and toward the west wing of the mansion where the gym was located, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. It wasn’t just that the last training day had been a disaster; it was also that I hadn’t trained with Noah, really trained, in years. And last time we tried to train t