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Landon obviously does. If he weren’t such an asshole, he would behelpingus move in and getting his workout in that way, but here he is instead, working out in his gym like he would any other day.
Jerk.
On second thought, before I turn and leave, I pry open the tallest box and take out my pink yoga mat. When Hayden told me there was an in-home gym, I figured it made sense to keep it down here.
Now that I know the likelihood of running into Landon goes up in the gym—I’ve seen his abs; I should have realized that before—I think I’ll just do my stretches in my bedroom.
I gasp when I turn and nearly crash into Landon. I fall back a step on instinct, and he takes two steps closer to give me even less space than I already had.
The claustrophobic feeling of being cornered prey fills my lungs and kicks my heart into overdrive.
I don’t think, I just shove my yoga mat at him as hard as I can.
The open water bottle falls out of his hands and hits the floor, spilling all over the place. He’s caught off-guard, so I’m able to shove him back just enough to clear space between us, then I toss the yoga mat at him before he has time to think about it.
He’s a jock, so his impulse is to catch things when thrown at him.
His brow flickers with confusion when he catches the yoga mat. He’s probably wondering why he did, but I know.
I’ll commend myself for my quick thinking later, but right now, I need to get the hell out of here.
I make a mad dash to the staircase, my heart pounding with fear that he’ll follow me.
His jock instincts might mean he catches thrown balls like a doofy dog, but his jock body means he’s a hell of a lot faster than I am. I could barely get to my room ahead of him the night he broke into my house, and I had a lot more space between us than I do now.
But maybe amid the confusion with the yoga mat, he doesn’t think to chase me quick enough, so he decides not to.
Maybe he just doesn’t bother because he knows with me living here now, he’ll have all the opportunities in the world if he wants to chase me.
Whatever the case, I’m far enough away from him that when he calls, “Parker,” I turn to look back at him.
My yoga mat hangs at his side, so I can see that when I knocked his water bottle out of his hands, it spilled down his abdomen. The water darkens the front of his sweats and trails down his left leg. I realize, seeing the wet, clingy outline of the gray material against his crotch, that I gave him a bit of a cold shower.
I swallow.
Isn’t cold water supposed to make those shrink?
His voice jolts me out of my thoughts, and my gaze meets his.
“Next time you spill something on me,” he says slowly, “I’ll make you lick it up.”
My heart sinks like the Titanic.
Landon tosses the yoga mat at me. My arms are like limp noodles, but somehow, I catch it.
Then I haul ass upstairs, and even though I know he isn’t following me, itfeelslike he is.
Through the living room.
Up the other staircase.
Down the hall toward my room.
I turn the lock as soon as I get the door shut, but even once I’m inside, I don’t feel safe.
Living in this house, under the same roof as him, I have to wonder if I ever will.
Chapter Two
