Treadmill Week 35 and What I #amreading – Where Nerves End by L.A. Witt

Addison Albright

9 years ago

Treadmill Goals:

Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
Distance 1-2 miles per day
Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (the only exception to this is Saturday nights, if I want to finish off a book so I can start a fresh one for the new week)

Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my daily #amreading updates may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.

What I #amreading (rereading): Where Nerves End by L.A. Witt ♡

My favorite lines this week:

MONDAY – Goddamn, he was hot. He’d taken that old cliché “tall, dark, and handsome” and made it his bitch. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, tall enough I’d have to look up at him, and his perma-smirk hinted at something devious hiding inside that mind of his. And handsome? Good God, yes. The perfect amount of ruggedness roughened his edges, tempering his borderline-pretty-boy look like an invisible leather jacket and sunglasses.

TUESDAY – Michael pursed his lips, eyeing the offending joint as if it might explain why it hadn’t done his bidding. Then he gestured down the hall. “Come on back.”

WEDNESDAY – A trio of skateboarders with their pants hanging off their asses wove between couples and families, the plastic wheels of their boards clattering across the square’s reddish bricks.

FRIDAY – “You’re not kidding.” I’d never met the assholes, but Seth’s parents were two of the very, very few people on my please die in a goddamned fire list.

SATURDAY – I wrapped my fingers around my coffee cup. Michael folded his arms and drummed his fingers rapidly on his upper arm. I looked at him only when I was sure he wasn’t looking at me, but misjudged it and caught his eye when he glanced in my direction.