Tall Dark Defender. Beth Cornelison

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      Unaccustomed to refusing any man’s request, she awkwardly grasped one bulky glove and tugged. It didn’t budge.

      “Harder. You gotta really muscle ’em off.”

      Annie hesitated, jitters dancing in her gut. She slid her purse from her shoulder and set it on the concrete floor. Grabbing Jonah’s boxing glove with both hands, she pulled. Hard. As he freed each hand, Jonah shook his arms and flexed his fingers.

      “Thanks.” He took the gloves from her and tossed them next to a duffel bag on the floor at the edge of the ring. Hitching his head toward the locker room, he said, “Give me five minutes to grab a shower, and we’ll get started.”

      Annie sent another uncomfortable glance around the gym and bit her lip. “I should probably just get home. Maybe this was a mistake.”

      Furrowing his brow, he took her hand in his. His touch sent another flash of tingling heat over her skin.

      He ducked his head to meet her gaze and squeezed her fingers gently. “Don’t go. Just five minutes. I need to talk to you, but right now I smell like a goat.”

      His farm-animal comparison earned a half grin from her. And her concession. She nodded. “Five minutes.”

      With another handsome smile, he snatched up the gym bag and headed toward the locker room.

      “Jonah?”

      He turned.

      “Do you have a cell phone I can borrow? I need to call my babysitter and tell her I’ll be late.”

      “Sure.” He fished in his duffel and extracted a small flip phone. “Catch.” He tossed the phone toward her, and, caught off guard, she barely snagged the cell before it hit the concrete.

      While she waited for Jonah, Annie found a corner where she was out of the way and called her apartment. She filled Rani in on her delay, then talked to Haley, who bubbled with excitement over a new lost tooth.

      “I saved it to show you, Mommy. And Rani says if I put it under my pillow, the tooth fairy will give me money!”

      Annie smiled, loving the joy in her daughter’s voice and trying to recall if she had any change in her wallet to hide under Haley’s pillow.

      “Hey, Mommy, maybe you could put your teeth under your pillow and get some money from the tooth fairy, too!”

      Annie sputtered a laugh. “My teeth?”

      “Yeah, then maybe you wouldn’t have to go to work at the diner all the time and could stay home and play with me and Ben.”

      Remorse stabbed Annie, cutting her to the quick. “I don’t know, sugar. I think the tooth fairy only wants kids’ teeth.”

      “Oh.”

      The disappointment in her daughter’s tone wrenched Annie’s heart. “I’m supposed to have this Saturday off, though, and I promise we’ll do something fun. Just you, me and Ben. Maybe go to the park? Okay?”

      “Okay.”

      But Haley sounded skeptical. Too skeptical for a five-year-old. Knowing how many times she’d had to cancel plans with Haley when she had to work extra hours at the diner flooded Annie with fresh guilt.

      Jonah emerged from the locker room, wearing a clean T-shirt and jeans, his wet hair combed back from his face. His gaze swept the room looking for her, and when he spotted her, a smile softened the hard planes of his face.

      Annie’s pulse missed a beat.

      Jonah wasn’t handsome in the classical sense. So why was he suddenly stirring this schoolgirl reaction in her?

      She chastized herself. She was too busy making ends meet, fighting for her survival and reeling from her last devastating relationship to be in the market for a man. She had no business looking at Jonah as anything other than a regular customer at the diner. A mysterious man who’d rescued her from her attacker. The person who’d offered to show her techniques to protect herself and her family from further abuse.

      “Haley, sugar, I have to go now. Be sweet for Rani and eat all of your dinner. Okay?” Annie watched Jonah cross the gym floor, his loose-limbed stride confident and relaxed. Her breath hung in her lungs.

      Haley grumbled an unintelligible response as Jonah reached her.

      “I’ll be home soon, sugar. B’bye.” She closed the phone and held it out to Jonah. “Thanks.”

      Taking the cell from her, he jerked his chin toward a nearby door. “Let’s use the manager’s office. It’s quieter. More private.”

      More isolated. Her stomach flip-flopped as she fell in step behind Jonah.

      “Hey, Frank,” he called to the coach who was working with a boxer on a small punching bag. “Mind if we use your office for a while?”

      The man eyed Annie, then sent Jonah a conspiratorial grin. “Be my guest.”

      After leading her into the windowless office with a sign that read “Owner,” Jonah closed the door behind him, muting the cacophony from the gym floor and spiking Annie’s level of discomfort.

      She was suddenly hyperaware that she was alone with a man she barely knew. The idea of being alone with Jonah both tantalized and frightened her. Drawing her purse against her chest, she glanced about the dim office. The decor was surprisingly upscale, with oil paintings and a leather couch. The large desk was covered with old photographs of a younger Frank posing with a pretty woman and a blond little girl.

      “Why do I make you so nervous?” Jonah’s question drew her gaze back to him. He angled his head and studied her with a lazy sweep of his eyes.

      She forced a smile. “You don’t.”

      Sitting on the edge of the wooden desk, Jonah waved a finger toward her purse. “Your body language says otherwise.”

      Annie glanced down at her white-knuckle grip on her purse and the defensive position of her arms crossed over her chest. Knowing he could read her so easily didn’t help ease her tension.

      She sighed. “I’m just…out of my element here. I don’t know you well, and this whole business with Hardin and the money I lost has—”

      “Stop.” He said the word softly, but with enough cool command to freeze the words on her tongue.

      Her gaze snapped up to his.

      Jonah folded his arms over his chest and drilled her with his dark green eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight. You didn’t lose that money. You don’t owe Hardin a thing. You were mugged, and the money was stolen. Period.”

      Annie opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came.

      “As for your other points…” Jonah shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe you don’t know me real well, but if you’d let me take you to a quiet dinner somewhere, we could talk and remedy that.”

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