Kane’s POV
‘Are you trying to break your record or something?’ Marcus’ voice breaks through my concentration as I slowly raise the handles of the machine I’m on above my head before releasing them and bending over the chair to grab my towel from the floor.
‘What?’ I ask, wiping the sweat from my face and off the back of my neck.
‘You’re lifting thirty pounds over your usual amount’ my best friend replies, holding out a bottle of water to me that he just grabbed from the team’s gym refrigerator in the corner.
I shrug, cracking open the water and downing half the bottle; what can I say to him? Yeah, I am, and the reason I’m busting my ass in here is because three days ago I offered up my sperm to our communications manager, and she hasn’t so much as sent a text about my next community ob
