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Telling myself I was not doing what I actually was doing, I kept returning to Hyper… just to see her. I’d hang back with the guys, sipping slowly on my beer. Feigning interest half the time with what they were saying. Jeff had been after Sage for quite a while and she was finally showing a little interest in response. So I did listen a bit closer to what they said, hoping for a little intel. But about all I’d learned from them was that her name was Brynn. Aside from that, I just watched… alert and waiting to catch a glimpse of her. To catch a whiff of her captivatingly fresh scent.
    She wasn’t the only one in the world who was a little fucked up.
    Once in a while, some other guy would catch sight of her, see a glimpse of what I saw, and make a move. She didn’t appear terribly receptive to that. She’d come out of her blissful cloud and almost shudder at the sight, or sometimes even the touch, of her admirer. Her entire body would tense. Her shields would go up. Those guys never stood a chance with her.
    Watching her actions over past few months, I’d wondered what she’d been through. What had burned her and scarred her ? What caused her to close off and retreat inside herself at the slightest hint of flirting ?
    She always came and left alone. She didn’t drink much, only a couple of what appeared to be screwdrivers or something, but never enough to impair her.
    I knew this because I always followed her to her car.
    That might sound a little creepy, but my heart was really in the right place. I felt the need to make sure she was safe. To look for any signs that she shouldn’t be driving. To keep an eye out for one of those shunned guys who might want to get her alone.
    And , then, the other night, I’d just stepped out the door when I saw that fucker hit her. Not just hit her, but actually punch her. Everything in me went red. In spite of my own proclivities, that shit was not cool. And I made that crystal clear to him.
    He’d started out with a tough guy act, but completely wimped out of taking on a dude. He ended up running off like the little pansy-ass prick that he was. Typical bully, though. He wasn’t so tough when someone actually fought back. If Brynn hadn’t been out cold on the ground, I’d have taken after him to make sure I got my point across.
    But, right then, she needed me. And, in a sick little way, knowing that for a moment felt awesome. Because I was way more into her than I’d let myself think. I knew the fresh fragrance that followed in her wake when she passed by me in the club. I knew the sound of her voice as she ordered her drink. I could pick her out of the crowd by the light blonde swish of her hair.
    She was the most fascinating woman I’d ever encountered.
    Even as she sat across from me in the restaurant with her hair half mussed from the scuffle and then blown wild by the ride on my bike. Even with the bruise on her soft, pink cheek. I was beguiled by her soft voice and sweet, sad smile. By the flicker of spirit in her sea-green eyes. I was fucked.
    I knew I wasn’t good for her, but I also knew I had to try to be. Because now she was here… in my gym. I’d hoped she’d show, but I was truly astounded that she actually did.
    “Hey,” she softly said as she came closer. Her voice echoed through the massive room. That light, fresh scent of her surrounded me and, for a moment, I just stood staring as she nervously bit her lip and twisted her hands.
    I felt an uncontrollable urge to smile as I breathed out her name. “Brynn…”
    Her breath caught in her throat and I saw the faintest tremble in her lips before she swallowed heavily. Fuck, I had to get control of myself . I was going to scare her away if I just stood here and stared at her like a jackass. And she totally looked like she was a split second from flitting right out of there.
    She looked around the gym, at everything but me, really. “So, the other night, you asked if, um… if I’d…” Her voice