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Colt’s lethal voice made my head jerk up.
He stood in the doorway, looking like some dark, avenging angel. No, not an angel. There was nothing angelic about Colton Fury. Demon hunter. He was a dark, avenging demon hunter.
Hmm, maybe I’d been reading too much paranormal romance lately.
“Colt, Mr. Rawson is a new bounty hunter in town. He came to introduce himself.” My tone was flat and unimpressed.
Frank Rawson turned, and I saw him eye Colt, then swallow.
Yep, Rawson was one of those bullies who liked to push around people he thought were weaker than him.
“Rawson, you want to explain why you’re in my office assistant’s face?”
“Office manager,” I interjected.
Colt ignored me. “And why you’re calling her names?”
“Fury, I just—” Rawson put on a jovial, old boy tone.
Colt was not having it. He strode to Rawson and gripped the front of the man’s shirt, then towed him to the door. “Outside. Now.”
They disappeared, and I let my shoulders sag. What a day. It seemed I was attracting assholes left, right, and center.
My phone rang.
I lifted it to my ear. “Colton Fury’s office.”
Silence.
I frowned. “Are you there?”
Nothing, but I sensed somebody.
“Look, I don’t have time for this right now. I’ve reached my asshole quota for the day.” I slammed the phone down.
Colt returned a minute later, alone. “You don’t have to worry about Rawson.”
Before I could respond, Colt disappeared into his office, and closed the door.
I dropped into my chair. I really wished I had one of those blueberry muffins, right about now.
7
COLT
Grunting, I slammed my fist into the punching bag. My shirt was soaked with sweat.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I kept hitting the bag, trying to burn off some energy. Trying to burn off the low hum of desire.
Fuck. There was no way I was lusting after my office assistant. She was off limits. Macy worked for me, and she wasn’t my type. I didn’t do cute, or sweet, or perky.
I landed another heavy punch. The familiar sounds of Hard Burn echoed around me. The slaps of fists against punching bags, treadmills whirring, the grunts of guys sparring in the boxing rings.
My brothers and I all worked out at Beau’s gym. It had turned intotheplace to train in New Orleans. A lot of guys wanted to train with Beauden Fury.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
