“But there is one thing,” I added. “I need a favor.”
His brows crinkled. “Why do I not like the sound of that?”
“You want to train at the gym, train with me? This is what it’ll cost you.”
“Bryson said—”
“I don’t give a fuck what Bryson said. The guys respect me. If I want to freeze you out, I can.”
Max narrowed his eyes. “You’re a real piece of work, Wilder.”
“Likewise. So what do you say, a favor for a favor?”
He glowered at me, exhaling a shaky breath. “Fine, what do you need?”