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This felt different. Intentional. The skin on my arms prickled.

I didn’t look up immediately. I finished the repetition, re-racked the bar, took a slow breath, and finally lifted my chin to see if I could spot the guy whose eyes were boring into the back of my neck.

Shit.

Quinn stood by the mirrored wall, in gym shorts and a fitted t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to discourage appreciation. He smiled when our eyes met. I expected sheepishness or even feigned surprise.

What I got was full-on Quinn, bright and alert.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

He crossed the room towards me, looking completely at home. “Hi.”

I narrowed my gaze. “This is a public gym.”

“Yes, it is.” His lips twitched. “And I have a membership.”

“Since when?”

He shrugged. “Oh, about fifteen minutes ago.”

“And how long have you been standing there, watching me?”

He smirked. “About ten minutes? You’re very focused. Of course, I expected nothing less.”

I stood, my arms folded. “You followed me.”

He gave a mock gasp that didn’t fool me for a second. “I live in London. So do you. Coincidences happen.”

I picked up my towel and wiped my hands slowly, deliberately. “What are you doing here?”

“Leg day.” He looked me up and down. “You look good.” He leaned against the equipment, arms folded.

Watching.

“You’re distracting me,” I said.

Quinn grinned. “That sounds like a compliment.”

“It wasn’t intended as one.”

He hummed thoughtfully, and I began another set.

He didn’t move.

I was halfway through my set when he said conversationally, “You know, I’ve been thinking about our last scene.”

I re-racked the bar. “Not here.”

His eyebrows shot skywards. “I didn’t say anything inappropriate.”

“You were about to.”

He smiled wider. “I was just going to say, you have very good control.”

“That is not a gym-appropriate commentary.”

He gave me an innocent stare. “Is admiration banned?”