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big mouths.
    His head turned quickly in my direction. “What the fuck are they talking about?”
    “They’re being jackasses.”
    “You didn’t elope or anything stupid like that did you?” Joe asked.
    “Fuck no! Give me an ounce of credit, will you please?”
    We spent the next ten minutes laughing about Tammy and all the problems our dicks had caused through the years. It’s strictly a male issue.
    I had to own that shit.
    When my first customer arrived five minutes early, I wanted to kiss her feet for saving me from my siblings’ harassment.

Chapter 3
    I groaned, burying my face in the pillow and tried to avoid facing the world. My body felt heavy and I didn’t want to get out of bed. Even after a full night’s sleep, I couldn’t shake my sadness from work last night and I figured why the hell not. It was worth a shot.
    The only thing that usually helped my mood was a good ass-kicking workout at the gym.
    When I walked in the gym and the man knocked me on my ass. The impact scared the hell out of me as I fell on my ass, dropping my purse, and spilling the contents everywhere.
    He was the object of my anger. It wasn’t from being knocked down; looking back I was more mortified by it than pissed. I felt helpless over the lost lives that piled up during my shift. The night before had been one of the lowest in my short career, but when I looked up into his rich caramel eyes something inside me shifted.
    My brain must have been rattled by the force of my fall.
    I’ve seen him before. I knew it.
    I lost my breath as I stared into his eyes. I’ve never had a reaction to someone like I had with him. Something unspoken passed between us as we looked into each other’s eyes.
    It took everything in me to not react when he helped me off the ground. The moment our skin connected electricity passed between us. There was a snap, crackle, pop.
    I couldn’t get him out of my damn mind as I started to run on the treadmill. As my thighs burned and sweat trickled down my chest, I thought about only him.
    How did I know him?
    Tall with broad shoulders, muscular tattooed covered arms and completely not my taste.
    The track pants he wore hid his legs, but there was no doubt in my mind that they were as solid and powerful as his upper half.
    When our bodies were inches apart in the doorway, my heart pounded in my chest– if he were any closer he would’ve heard the frantic rhythm.
    “Hey, Mia.” A voice pulled me out of haze.
    Blinking, I looked over to see Rob leaning against the treadmill. “Oh. Hey, Rob.”
    “You’re looking beautiful as always.” He stared at my chest as my body bounced.
    “If you don’t stop staring at my chest, I’ll knock you on your ass,” I warned.
    He snickered, covering his mouth with his hand but his eyes remained glued to my breasts. “Promises, promises. Why don’t you let me take you to dinner?”
    “Rob, I’m sure you’re a nice guy.” I coughed.
    He was the farthest thing from nice. He wasn’t an asshole, but he sure as hell wasn’t boyfriend material.
    “We wouldn’t work. I’d spend too much time repairing the injuries I’d give you.”
    A giant smile crept across his face before he finally looked at my eyes. “You say the sexiest shit, Mia.”
    “Not happening. Who was that guy that left when I walked in?” Grabbing the towel, I blotted the sweat from my chest.
    Moving his eyes to follow the path of the towel, he asked, “You mean Mike?”
    “I don’t know his name. Tall, muscular, walked out right after you opened.”
    Brawn didn’t equal brains when it came to Rob.
    “Mike, yeah, he’s a friend of mine.” His eyes flickered between my breasts and eyes.
    If they were friends then in all probability he was an asshole too. I had attracted more of those in my time than I wanted to admit.
    “Tell me about him. I think I know him from somewhere.” I couldn’t help myself; I had to figure out how I knew him.
    “He’s a fighter. He has a big fight coming up