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He waits, eyebrows still high. Crap. How am I supposed to blurt out, “I’ve been getting death threats” in the middle of a gym to my sometimes trainer, sometimes lover?
I’m saved by the brooding bodyguard when Grady approaches.
“Can I help you, man?” Jimmy asks. Grady nods to him, casting his eyes around the room and down at me, cocking a single eyebrow. Ugh, men and their eyebrows are starting to get on my last nerve.
“You have your boxing lessons on the gym floor? I thought you said they were private?”
My cheeks flame. “They are. We don’t usually have them here.”
Jimmy’s eyes flicker between us, curiosity crossing his face. Right, introductions.
I gesture to Grady. “This is Grady Quinn. He’s....” I hesitate, the sting of rejection still scratching at my skin. Damn it. It’s stupid and a low move, but it will make me feel better. “He’s here to join my boxing lesson. I suppose he needs to become a member?”
JIMMY
I stare in shock at the chiseled blond with his windblown hair. He’s about my height, a little slimmer than me, but he looks cut under his workout clothes.
Jesus. Thelma moved on quickly when I made it clear I wasn’t interested in dating her. He’s a good-looking fucker too. I can’t exactly deny him membership, not when a damn Rampwood has walked him in. No matter what happens between Thelma and me, Dynamo comes first.
Holding my hand out, palm up, I gesture at the elevator bank. Thelma moves off immediately, and Grady Quinn quickly falls into step beside her, his hand too close to her arm for my liking.
I jab the elevator button harder than necessary, crossing my arms over my chest as we wait. Quinn looks at it, turning to me with a raised eyebrow. Cocky fucker.
“No stairs? It’s a gym.”
“Elevators are more secure,” I reply stiffly. Quinn makes a face, his eyes sweeping the room as he sighs. The elevator dings, opening and I gesture for them to precede me inside. Thelma steps inside with no issues, but Quinn hesitates.
“Not always fucking more secure,” he mutters as he walks past me into the confined space, standing in front of Thelma, where she is leaning against the back wall. That’s rude, standing right in front of her.
Stepping inside, I swipe my keycard, hitting the button for the top floor. Quinn relaxes a little when the doors close, so there’s no fear of elevators behind whatever that was.
Thelma doesn’t meet my eye as we ride to the top floor, which I don’t like. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Quinn immediately steps out, pausing and turning, waiting for Thelma to catch up with him.
Striding ahead, I lead them to my office. Again, I could have done this downstairs on my phone, but I figure they may be more forthcoming up here in private.
Dropping into the desk chair, I bring up a new member form, turning to where Thelma and Quinn sink into the seats across from me.
“Name?”
“Grady Quinn.”
Cocky cunt. “Full name.”
“That is my full name.”
Whatever. “Date of birth?”
He rattles it off. The prick is a year younger than me. How does Thelma know him?
“Address.”
I freeze as he gives it, my eyes slowly lifting off the screen as my lips thin. Is this some kind of fucking joke?
“I need a current address, I’m afraid.”
His eyes flicker over me with amusement. Cunt.
“That’s his current address,” Thelma replies coolly. Jesus.
