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I’d considered volunteering my time as a trainer just for the chance of getting to know her. But all my operators had families at home, and I hated to make any of them work the night shift. That was my responsibility.
Taking the remaining stairs two at a time, I reached the tiled entrance just as Andi ran across the parking lot, holding her gym bag over her head in an attempt to keep the pouring rain from drenching her.
I smirked at the thought of her coming through those doors not looking perfectly put together for once. There was something very appealing about the idea of messing up all her perfection.
Very fucking appealing.
But I couldn’t dwell on it, because as she rushed inside, skidding to a stop, the tile might as well have been an ice rink to her wet shoes. Arms flailing, bag flying…
My girl was going down.
I didn’t think. Just acted.
Rushing forward to catch her, our bodies collided as she slammed against my chest. My arms went around to steady her, but the momentum left us both off balance and there was nowhere to go but the floor.
My back hit the tile but I didn’t even feel it as she landed on top of me with an audibleoof. I didn’t feel anything but the incredible softness of her body so close, and the hot breath from her mouth on my cheek as she stared down at me, those green eyes wide and shocked, looking for the first time, like she actuallysawme.
“I gotcha,” I said, but it was really the other way around.
She got me.
Because I’d be damned if I wouldn’t do everything in my power to make her mine now.
Chapter Two
Andi
No. This could not be happening.
Not now, not here. And not with this man.
Please tell me I did not just tackle Baker ‘Beast Mode’ Madison to the floor like he was a ragdoll.
But as I stared down into his handsome face, I knew this wasn’t some nightmare I could wake up from.
Six foot, four inches tall, and stacked with muscle. Former all-American tight end. He was sturdy as a boulder, yet I’d taken him down easy. I, Andra Elizabeth Lang, did what so many hulking men on a football field couldn’t.
Damn, could my day get any worse?
And now I was fully sprawled on top of him, my weight pressing down like an anchor.
Oh, god. Was I suffocating him?
Panic struck me and I scrambled off of him, my shoes slipping again and sending me to my knees as my bestie, Haley, came running.
“Andi!”
Her husband, Brooks, owned the gym, so he wouldn’t be far behind. My other Chub Club friends—Kimmie, Shay, and Mischa—were surely around too. Annnnd their men.
It was bound to be a party.
Get off the floor, Andi, my god.
Baker beat me to it, finding his footing easily. I didn’t meet his eyes when he towered above, stretching his hand down as if I should take it.
I shook my head. No way was I letting him help me up after all that.
Embarrassment was a second heartbeat in my chest. My cheeks felt like they could ignite a match.
