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“Silver grey. Cold. Like ice. He looked annoyed to see me but that’s it. They were kind of narrow but he was squinting at me, I think.”

“How tall was he? Was he very muscular?”

“Yes, he was built.” I reach back in my head and try to remember everything I can. “He was at least a foot taller than me. I think I was looking right at his chest.”

Raymond nods and smiles at me. “There. See. You did know more than you thought.”

I smile back at him, happy that I might have helped. Might have made this whole fucked-up mess mean something.

Then a jolt of sizzling awareness shoots through me when he moves towards me. I fight the urge to jump up and run, waiting to see what happens.

He stops and then sighs, running his hands through his thick, dark hair until a long lock falls into his face. His hair is cut like Brad Pitt’s and it looks amazing. Soft and sexy and right now I just want to touch it. Which is why I breathe a sigh of relief when he stops before he gets to where I’m sitting.

This situation is a big mess. I don’t need to add anything else to it. This fierce attraction that I have for him is scrambling my brain. I don’t know why all of a sudden I can’t be in a room without wanting to jump him, but it’s gotta stop.

“Well, thank you for taking care of me, Raymond. I really appreciate it.”

His firm lips quirk up and he backs up to lean against the door frame before he leaves. “I’m sure you don’t. You fought really hard not to come here.”

Flushing, I pick at the blanket underneath me. “Yeah, I like my wind-down time at night. I didn’t really mean to insult you.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I better let you unwind. If you need anything, just holler. Good-night, Allie.”

“Good-night, Raymond.” He looks like he’s going to say something but then he closes his mouth, turns and walks out the door, shutting it behind him.

I take in a deep, shuddering breath, not sure what’s going on or how I got to this place.

I stand up and head to the bathroom to change my clothes and then brush my teeth.

Then I slip into bed and sigh, exhaustion creeping over me as soon as my head touches the pillow. Until I close my eyes.

Horror washes over me and my eyes pop open. My breath stalls and dizziness hits me like a freight train.

What the hell is going on in this damn town and how did I manage to get wrapped up in it?

I spend half the night with my eyes open, trying to convince myself that it’s safe to fall asleep. I’m here with Raymond who might be an asshole but he does seem like he knows what he’s doing.

I sure hope so because I feel like my whole life is now spiraling out of control and the only thing holding me steady is the guy that drives me crazy.

I finally drift off with nightmares about steel-grey eyes and a shadow chasing me through the darkened gym. Yeah, because a killer knows where I work and that I saw him.

I doubt if he’s going to even think twice before he kills me. The only thing standing between me and him is one annoying man.

CHAPTER6

Raymond

Halfway through the next day, I step away to get my temper under control. Today my job is to keep an eye on our star witness. The coroner is waiting to release the cause of death but I’m not an idiot, it was a knife. The same knife that was pointed at Allie in that dark parking lot, alone.

But now I’m regretting it. Not that I’m spending time with her. I regret seeing all the damn men buzzing around her like bees to honey. And she doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, she’s just insanely happy to be here doing her job and help people. And she’s good. She’s friendly and helpful and doesn’t care where you’re at in your fitness journey. She just wants to make it better.

But the men. All of them have a look in their eyes that I don’t like. I know it because I have the same look every time I look at her curvy little figure wrapped in the hot pink and black leotard, black tights and hot pink leg warmers she’s wearing.

I draw in a harsh breath and step out from the hallway I was hiding in and immediately it’s a punch to the gut. She’s standing with Smitty who’s being his usual annoying self.

Why can’t that fucker get the message?I growl to myself. Stomping across the gym I stop right behind him and resist the urge to grab him and pound him into dust.

Allie’s eyes dart behind him and they widen. I’m sure I look half-feral right now.

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