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his office, closing the door behind him.
    “So, you’ve had some training?” Ford towered over me. His thick, baritone voice gave me chills. He placed his huge hands on his hips. The kind of hips with defined lines leading into a mouthwatering V, making a girl forget her own name.
    I tried to sound nonchalant. “Yeah, some. It’s been awhile though, so I’m sure I’m rusty. But I’m ready to jump back into the gym. I’ve taken some time off because of, well, something personal, but I’m ready.” I clapped my hands, sounding like an eager, rambling idiot.
    An annoyed expression crossed his face. “Yeah, okay. What’s your background?”
    My mind went blank. I tried to draw up some sort of authenticity. What the hell was wrong with me? I’ve been in a damn gym before. I drew in a deep breath. Okay, I can do this. “Well, some kickboxing. Oh, and some Krav Maga.” One class of each to be exact, but I wasn’t going to tell Mr. Testosterone that. I tried both classes on a guest pass and decided they were too violent for me.
    Go figure.
    Ford’s dark eyebrows rounded, revealing the intoxicating blue of his eyes. “Nice, okay. Now we’re getting somewhere. Any grappling experience?”
    I tried to focus on his words, but in reality, I was lost in the way his hypnotic lips moved when he spoke. Grappling? What the hell was grappling? I decided to take a time out on that one and shook my head.
    “Rolling?” He asked with an expectant gleam in his mesmerizing eyes. My body flushed with blood soaring to all my most sensitive areas.
    Feeling like I had just been caught with my pants down, I glanced around the room, surprised to find it now empty.
    “Was that a yes or no?” Ford clenched his hard jaw and folded his arms across his Adonis chest.
    “I’m sorry, what was the question?”
    He narrowed his eyes and muttered something under his breath before responding. “Rolling. Have you done it?”
    “Oh, sure.” I lied. “Well, just a little.” My insides tingled as if I was having an out of body experience. I was embarrassed and ashamed at my sudden hypersensitive sexual radar. I tried to envision Scott. His lips. His smile. The way he held me in his own well build arms. My chest tightened as the fuzzy images were becoming harder to recall.
    “Why don’t we get you started on a heavy bag? Did you bring your wraps?”
    My eyes glazed over.
    “Your hand wraps?” He questioned.
    “No, sorry. Do you have them for sale here? I’d be happy to buy a pair.”
    Ford shoved a chair into a table. “Forget it.” He reached underneath the table and pulled out a bag. He dug around inside and tossed something in my direction. “Here.” He brushed past me, leaving me to fend for myself.
    I unrolled the pieces of cloth and started wrapping my hands the best that I could. I was actually impressed with my skills until Ford saw the pathetic attempt.
    “It doesn’t do you any good if you don’t cover your knuckles.” He took off the fabric and wrapped them himself. The heat from his colossal hands gave me goosebumps.
    “There. Now let’s see what you got.”
    I eyeballed Ford, who clearly was not amused. Taking a hesitant step towards the bag, I rolled my neck and drew in a deep breath.
    “Ford, make sure you lock up,” Boss hollered from the front door, causing her to jump.
    “Will do. Have a good one.” Ford waved one hand in the air before his gaze fell on me. He nodded towards the bag indicating that he was waiting.
    I held my breath and threw a punch. Wide eyed, I was surprised at how good it felt. The bag didn’t budge, but my hand sure felt the impact.
    “Go ahead. Keep going until I say stop or you drop.”
    I hit the bag. My shoulders eased and I hit it again. I threw one punch after another. Months of tension dripped away with every grunt. Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead. It was euphoric. The pain and sweat. The release. It was like medicine for the soul.
    Ford grabbed the bag. “Not too