Making Him Sweat. Meg Maguire

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      Though what had she expected, really?

      “He’d already started giving stuff away toward the end,” Mercer went on. “To the guys he’s trained over the years. I didn’t touch the really sentimental things, pictures and books and letters. I thought you might want to go through that yourself.”

      “I would, I guess.”

      “He had a lot of photos of you, you know.”

      A sensation like a cold breeze tensed her. “No, I didn’t know.”

      “Your mom must have sent them.”

      “I doubt that.” Never in a million years. “My grandma, maybe.”

      “Well, he had tons of them. There’s a big picture of you from some graduation, hanging right over the sofa.”

      Too many emotions surged through her, bringing tears she wouldn’t shed in front of this stranger. “It was thoughtful of you to take care of that,” she said tightly. “I’d like to move into the apartment, if it suits me.” And seeing that it was free, she knew it would. “But I didn’t realize anyone was living there.”

      “Squatting now, technically.”

      “Only technically.” She warmed a little toward Mercer, grateful he was turning out to be a reasonable guy in the face of her showing up with plans to upend his livelihood. She’d return the favor. “I won’t ask you to move out until you’ve got something lined up. Maybe two weeks? By September first?”

      “I’d appreciate that. You want to see the place now?”

      “Sure.”

      Mercer locked the office behind them and led Jenna to the back, through a door beyond the steps to the gym and up a flight to the second floor. Doing her best to ignore the flex of his shoulders under his T-shirt, she followed him down a hall toward the front of the building, where he unlocked the apartment—one dead bolt among several. Not the best omen for the neighborhood, but she’d heard repeatedly that Chinatown was on its way up. She could be a part of that, start fading the ugly mark her dad had left. Her branch of Spark could be a great addition to the swanky new tapas bar and upscale florist that also shared the huge, block-long building.

      The door opened into a high-ceilinged living room, the far end drenched in noontime sunlight from the tall windows. The furniture was sparse and dated, but the raw space was an interior decorator’s dream.

      She looked to the wall above the couch, where a large framed photo of her hung, a flashback to her high school graduation. She quickly glanced away. “It’s what, twelve hundred square feet?”

      “Maybe not even that, but two bedrooms, nice kitchen if you remodeled it. Laundry, great storage.”

      Jenna was already itchy to get to work on this place. Her first apartment, all to herself… A thought occurred to her, surely too complicated to even consider negotiating. Yet her mouth burst out with, “Can I see the spare room?”

      “I guess your dad’s room is the spare room now.”

      “My dad’s room, then.”

      He led her past a big combination kitchen and dining room that was begging for new appliances and a fresh coat of paint. Then Mercer’s back drew her eyes again, that interesting shifting of muscle behind taut cotton.

      He pushed in the door to a modest bedroom, bare except for a bed frame and dresser. Its window opened onto a fire escape, facing an intersection and the garish sign for a Thai restaurant. An interesting view, but not one conducive to privacy or peace. She looked around, taking in the squares where posters or picture frames had preserved the slate-blue paint on three walls, brick comprising the final one.

      She turned to Mercer. “Was this always his room, do you know?”

      “I couldn’t tell you for sure, but the last few years, at least. Is that too weird?”

      “I don’t know. He’s basically a stranger to me.” She’d expected to feel something stronger, standing inside these walls, but so far she felt only detached curiosity.

      “Want to see the other room? In case it’s more to your taste?”

      She nodded and followed him to the far side of the apartment. The second room was furnished, neat but small, with a similar street view. Next door was the bathroom, also tiny.

      “Everything’s been retrofitted as residential, obviously,” Mercer said. “And before the condo boom, so kinda wonky and half-assed—like the gigantic living room and kitchen and the closet-sized everything else. It’s actually a toss-up which is bigger, my room or the pantry.”

      She perked at the notion of having her own pantry. “I don’t mind. Makes it interesting. How’s the neighborhood?”

      “Willing to admit you’re in Chinatown yet?”

      She smirked. “Sure.”

      He leaned against the bathroom doorframe. “It’s not perfect. But a thousand times nicer than when I was a kid.”

      “For no rent, it doesn’t have to be Beacon Hill.”

      “On the plus side, there’s not much worth burgling from a boxing gym. And security’s free between six a.m. and ten at night.”

      She peeked inside the cabinet under the bathroom sink. “What do you mean?”

      “There’s only about eight hours a day when there’s not at least one trained thug wandering around downstairs.”

      “Oh, right.” She straightened to smile at him. “How very convenient.” For reasons not entirely clear to her, she found Mercer reassuring. Physically, maybe. She swallowed, her gaze dropping to his chest before she caught herself. Shutting the cabinet, she mustered the nerve to ask, “How would you feel if I moved in before you moved out?”

      “And we’re roommates until I find my next place?”

      She nodded.

      “It’s your apartment.”

      “Well, I’m asking how you’d feel about it.”

      He shrugged. “I can put up with anybody for two weeks.”

      She looked down to hide her grin, shaking her head. She could sense him smiling back, feel his nearness as tangibly as sunshine warming her skin. Dangerous.

      “And hell.” Mercer leaned an arm along the doorframe and brought his face a little closer to hers, making something hot and unwelcome spike in Jenna’s pulse. He smirked. “Maybe us shacking up together is just the chance I need to grow on you—change your mind about ruining all our lives.”

      Praying he couldn’t see how his nearness had flushed her cheeks, she stepped back and pretended to inspect the shower. “It’ll save me a chunk of change on a hotel. Just don’t be insulted if I run a background check on you.”

      “Don’t be disappointed when you discover I’m not a felon. Let СКАЧАТЬ