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Fighting Dirty Lori Foster 18340K 2023-09-01

And this time, maybe they’d do more than sleep

CHAPTER SIX

NEVER BEFORE HAD he been so acutely aware of a woman, but this wo her in his apartenda

Torturous

While trying to stay otherwise busy, Ar for hi her here, liked her being involved, liked the elusive daydreaether with Rissy Playing house

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, drew a breath and, feeling slightly better grounded in reality, joined her in the kitchen

She wore a soft T-shirt and another pair of jeans that hugged her pert ass and long thighs She’d left her shoes by his front door and stood at the stove in her socks

Stirring solanced up "All done?"

He’d thrown in soeneral pickup of his place He wasn’t a neat freak, but he wasn’t a slob, either After that he’d returned some calls to sponsors, a few to other camps that had invited him to work out and one to Drew Black, the president of the SBC He’d taken his cell to the bedroom to talk and Rissy had stayed in the kitchen, and still, every second, one part of his brain had dwelled on her nearness "I’ll have to switch to the dryer in twenty minutes"

"I’ll remind you," she pro the saht around then"

"What are you cooking anyway?" Scented stea his sto every couple of hours Usually some type of protein But Rissy kept hiot to breathe, much less eat

"It’s a chicken dish my mom used to uessing it’s okay for you, too"

As she stirred, her hipsaard in his own kitchen, Arot it covered"

"Okay then" He pulled out a chair and sat Might as well get the show on the road The sooner he put it behind hiuess we can talk now then"

Rissy flashed him a worried look, then went back to the food before her, her shoulders slumped Seconds ticked by before she said, "Do I need to sit down for this?"

Tension pulled his brows together "Do you still care about Steve?"

Her gaze shot to his "No"

"Then it shouldn’t bother you to know I did, in fact, beat the shit out of hiood reason"

Her expression eased and she s the food one more time she turned it on low and wiped her hands on a dish towel Joining him at the table, she sat and took one of his hands "Armie"

Alarm skittered up his spine "Uhwhat?"