Taking Him Down. Meg Maguire

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      “What?”

      Rich’s voice went quiet, nearly soft, and he dropped his gaze to the glass in Lindsey’s hand. “It feels shitty, saying that. Like I’ve outgrown the gym.”

      “Maybe you have.”

      “I’ve been making do with what I got for as long as I’ve been alive. Wilinski’s is my style—scrappy and broke.” He frowned. “We could make it a lot more than what it is, if we had the money.”

      “How do you get money? More members?”

      “Yeah.”

      “And how do you get more members? By producing bigname fighters, right?”

      “That’s a good way.”

      “Then all you have to do is go out there and set the world on fire, Rich.”

      He smiled, though the gesture drooped with melancholy. “There’s a part of me that’s afraid I’ll go off, train for a few months in some state-of-the-art facility and forget where I came from.”

      She was peeking through the slimmest crack in his shell, offered a glimpse of a man who wasn’t as cocksure as he liked everyone to believe.

      “That’s your choice to make, I suppose.” Emotion and alcohol had her reaching out and rubbing his arm, patting his shoulder. The contact was intense, a mix of intimacy and awe at the sheer hardness of him. She took her hand back, feeling drunk.

      For a moment their eyes met, then Rich dropped his gaze. “Sorry to unload. It’s been a hell of a day.”

      “I’ll bet. You going to the club?”

      “Nah, I’ve had enough excitement for one night. Plus I gotta be in the gym at ten.”

      “Jeez, no rest for the wicked.”

      “You wanna get out of here? Must be pushing two.”

      Get out of there and go home alone? Or together? The exhaustion was gone from his eyes, replaced with his usual mischief, if she wasn’t mistaken. “Sure.”

      He stood, stooping for her shoes and sliding them onto her feet. Lindsey blushed to the roots of her hair and stammered a thank-you.

      Rich stopped by the locker room for his gym bag, and Lindsey carried his jacket. The weight of it felt peculiar, draped over her arm. Personal. She wanted to put her nose to the collar and find his smell there. She wanted to pretend she’d forgotten she was holding it when they got to her place so she could keep it. But that was lame and a little creepy, and an invitation for uncomfortable questions from Brett.

      Stupid crush, making her all crazy.

      The night air was enlivening, and Lindsey suddenly felt wide-awake. She wished for a dozen things in a breath—for Rich’s arm around her shoulders or his hand claiming hers, for a hot, loaded look or a brazen invitation. The only gesture she got was the simple opening of her door when he selected a cab from the curbside lineup. Her heart beat in her throat for the few seconds it took him to stow his bag and circle to the other side.

      He seemed impossibly big as he settled beside her.

      She gave the driver her address. It was only a fifteen-minute ride, this time of night. The backseat felt strange after the arena, so quiet and close. She glanced Rich’s way. “Did you meet any managers you liked?”

      “Two or three I thought I could stand working with. Got their cards, so I’ll have to do some research this week and make my pick.”

      “If you get your rematch, I’ll be sure to come.”

      “Excellent. My first official groupie.”

      “You wish. What if I show up in my Greg the Trucker shirt?”

      Rich winced. “If that dirtbag’s your type, I am not sharing a cab with you.”

      “Just kidding. And fine, I’ll be your groupie. Just don’t think you get to sign my cleavage.”

      He laughed, eyes squinching in a way that seemed to double his sex appeal.

      Not wanting their rapport to end, Lindsey asked a couple more questions about the sport. Rich answered, then added, “You really got some bloodlust in you.”

      “No, it’s not that.” An image flashed—his hips, his thighs, his sweat-gleaming stomach and incredible arms. “Some different kind of primal something-or-other. Did you have any family watching tonight?”

      “Nah. My mom thinks it’s barbaric—she grew up in Colombia, in a real rough area. She’s seen more than enough fighting for anybody’s lifetime. And my sister gets too stressed out.”

      “You really love it, huh?” What was it like, to be so passionate about something? Lindsey thought she was reasonably driven, but she wouldn’t say wedding planning and matchmaking were her callings. Careers, perhaps, and satisfying ones, but not passions. Maybe she just wasn’t passionate. Not the way Rich was.

      “I do love it,” he said. “It’s all I know, really. Gotta milk it for all it’s worth while I’m still in good shape. Maybe in ten years I’ll have to think about earning something flashier than a GED and find a respectable gig.”

      “You could coach.”

      He shook his head. “I’d rather see guys as opponents than students. I’ll leave all that nurturing bull to Mercer.”

      “Well, your immediate future looks awfully bright. Let’s hope they’ll be able to understand your accent, wherever you wind up.”

      “Tease all you want—you’ll miss me when I’m gone.” He said it through a self-satisfied sigh.

      “I’m sure I’ll get more work done without you sticking your princely nose around the office door every ten minutes.”

      “How come you never say yes when I ask if you wanna grab lunch?”

      Lindsey’s face heated in the darkness. “I’m always busy when you ask.” In truth she’d said no because often she and Brett were on-again, or because Rich flat-out intimidated her. It wasn’t as though she floated through her workday on a champagne cloud of boldness. On a good day Lindsey suspected she was cute, but Rich was stunning. Men like that didn’t simply stroll around with passably cute girls. She’d spent enough time feeling invisible. The next time she got into a romance with somebody, she wanted a man she could shine beside, and Rich was too bright to do anything but cast others in his shadow.

      “Maybe now that I’m leaving,” he said, “you’ll deign to say yes, just once. Take pity on a man.”

      “We’ll see.”

      “I don’t like the sound of that. What about after work? Jenna must let you go home at some point. Long enough to get a drink down the street?”

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