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reached forward and pushed the speed faster. Her legs pumped, her lungs threatened to explode.
    Still she ran, refusing to let the big man intimidate her.
    She ignored him when he climbed onto the treadmill next to hers. Standing beside her, she felt the heat from him merely standing there. His was an oppressive presence.
    He seemed determined to interrupt her run.
    But she was determined to finish. No matter how much he silently demanded that she stop.
    He was a beautiful man. She wished he wasn’t. Somehow it was easier to get into pissing contests with these testosterone-driven men when she wasn’t thinking about them naked.
    And it was so, so easy to imagine this man naked. The long-sleeved t-shirt hugged his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was his body as hard as it looked?
    Sweat beaded on her forehead as she ran. She could practically feel the irritation coming from him.
    Of course, Iaconelli would be the first man she’d actually thought about that way in a long, long time. A man who looked like he’d rather throttle her than talk to her.
    That way? Oh Lord. What was she, twelve? She shuddered and shook off her thoughts. She was no longer the girl who couldn’t say the word “penis” without turning fifty shades of red. No, she’d gotten over any inhibitions the day she’d found her fiancé with his dick where it didn’t belong.
    She was a soldier now and soldiers didn’t blush when they said the word “dick” or “penis” or any other creative turns of phrase.
    If she thought Iaconelli was a beautiful man, she wasn’t going to apologize for that.
    She glanced down at the timer. Deciding she’d proven her point, she slowed down to a jog.
    When her breathing had slowed enough that she wasn’t gasping, she hit the emergency stop button and turned to face him.
    *  *  *
    Her body glistened with sweat. It formed a light sheen against the cream of her skin. Her eyes, pale blue earlier, sparkled now like a far off ocean he remembered from a distant dream. They were darker from her exertion.
    He hadn’t expected that she’d be at the gym. He’d been planning to ask her about Sloban’s packet tomorrow. During duty hours. But seeing her at the gym gave him the opportunity to do something now and now was always better than tomorrow, when a hundred other things would demand his attention.
    Reza looked up at the cute doc who looked so different out of uniform. She wiped the sweat from her forehead then draped the towel over her shoulder. “Can I help you, Sergeant?”
    Reza blew out a hard breath. “Do you have a separation packet on a Specialist Neal Sloban?”
    Her nostrils flared slightly. “I have forty-two packets on my desk on any given day. I’d have to check and get back to you,” she said.
    He nodded gruffly. “And what’s going on with Wisniak?”
    She tipped her chin at him. “Are we really going to have a conversation about a soldier’s private medical issues in the middle of the gym?”
    Reza ground his teeth. “It’s a simple question.”
    “It is,” she agreed. “But it’s not one we should have here.”
    “Where would you like to have it?” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. The reaction on her face was enough to let him know he’d made his point.
    He didn’t really care where they had the conversation but it needed to happen. He wasn’t going to let this doc brush him off. Too many of his peers would let the docs do just that. Soldiers suffered.
    “Give me a sec.” He watched her as she wiped down the treadmill and tried not to stare flagrantly at her ass. It was a really great ass and the way she moved was pure grace. Satin layered over steel. He took a step backward and followed her out of the gym. He walked with her silently, enjoying the relative quiet of the end of day at Fort Hood. Oh, there was traffic and the constant hum of life around them but the crush of soldiers swearing at each other, the constant shouts, were gone. But compared