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“Had enough?” I askedsweetly.
“You’re in for it now, sugar,” he murmured as he dropped all formality, sprang to his feet, and went afterme.
Tyler put his mind to it and he kicked my ass, but I got in my fair share of punches and kicks. I even managed to throw him over my hip once. We started to get tired and I started laughing. It was hard to laugh and spar, especially when you were almost out of breath. Tyler and I were in an armlock, with me clinging to him like a monkey and him trying to shake me off when one of the new security guys walkedin.
We broke apart, still laughing and breathingheavily.
“What’s up, man?” Tylerasked.
“Boss on the phone for Ms.Callahan.”
“Thanks,” I accepted the smartphone then turned to Tyler. “Had a great time, Tyler. We need a re-match.” He chuckled and gave me awink.
“Hey,” I spoke into the phone. I was still panting and it felt like my pulse was in mythroat.
Silence.
I looked at the phone to see if we got disconnected. The seconds weremoving.
“Grant?”
“What were you doing with Tyler?” The tone and manner of his question left no question that he wasseething.
“We weresparring.”
“Sparring,” herepeated.
“Yes, I was practicing my self-defenseskills.”
“He had his hands onyou?”
“Jesus, Grant, how am I supposed to throw him over? With mythumb?”
“Did I or did I not tell you that I had problems with Tyler being near you? I had no choice because you needed a bodyguard and now you let him touchyou?”
“He’s a bodyguard, Grant. Get used to it.He guards bodies,” I stressed those last three words with sarcasm. He needed to rein in his unfounded jealousy. “If he had to protect me, his hands will be on me to push me out of danger.” Then I caught myself.Why am I explaining this?“Are we actually having this ridiculousconversation?”
He sighed. “I wanted to talk to you earlier tonight, but Rafe, the manager of Thorne Real Estate needed me on some bullshit meeting. The company selling the commercial property is playing games. We’re at a stalemate and I was so frustrated because I could have been talking to you. I called Tyler instead, and this new guy answered saying he was in the gym wrestling withyou.”
“Ugh, we weren’t wrestling. We were doing mixed-martialarts.”
“Tell me at least that you were wearing uglysweats.”
My sigh was answerenough.
“What are you wearing?” Grantgrowled.
“You know, with the mood you’re in, I’m taking thefifth.”
“With the mood I’m in, I have half a mind to drive two hundred miles tonight, fuck you until morning, and then drag you all the way back with me toManhattan.”
“Grant, you need some sleep. You’re tired andcranky.”
“Blaire, answer thequestion.”
“Shorts and an exercise bra okay?” I yelled,exasperated.
Grant sworesoftly.
