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Chapter 4 ~ Confidence
I Lived ~ OneRepublic
Up In the Air ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars
Inertia Creeps ~ Massive Attack
     
     
    Kian
    Class was winding down, but I was gearing up. Looking at the clock, I knew it was time to get these kids out of here. Most of their mothers and fathers were waiting just outside the gym. Unfortunately, Holly McPherson tended to be one of those mothers that came inside the gym to wait.
    She always looked immaculate , but in a fabricated, big money way. She was the ex-wife of a local doctor and a society diva. Long auburn streaked hair, fake tan, fake tits. She would pose up against wall, one shapely leg out in front of the other. Or she would sit on near the gym entrance, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She’d become more and more forward with me in the time that I’d been teaching martial arts to her son, often stroking my biceps while she spoke to me.
    Honestly, she was a bit over the top.
    And I wanted her gone before Brynn showed up.
    “Okay, kids,” I called out. “Wrap it up. Time to go.”
    The thunder of seventeen eight-year-old kung fu wannabes barreling across the gym floor helped me pretend to not notice Holly subversively trying to catch my attention. I busied myself picking up mats and putting equipment away, working methodically with my back to the door until the crowd of mothers and children cleared out. Taking a deep breath, I welcomed the peaceful silence.
    Not long now .
    I left one of the mats down on the far side of the room and took a large swig of water. Brynn was likely already here, just waiting for all the parents to pull away before coming inside. Part of her quirk was that she didn’t really want people to know she was coming here, that I was showing her this. She said she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, and, by keeping it off the tongues of gossiping mothers, she was hoping to fly under the radar.
    Along the wall across from me, I noted a rogue belt, likely lost in the fray as the kids bolted from the room. I crossed over to it, examining it for a name to indicate the owner, only to find none. No huge worry. Someone was bound to show up at their next class without one . I had just begun to fold it when I heard the clunk of the outside doors, then the loud click of her turning the lock. The gym had no windows, and locking the door essentially guaranteed nobody would walk in and find her here. I was pretty sure she even parked down the street… in an alley.
    Turning towards the entrance to the gym, I watched her walk in and drop her duffel bag on the floor by the doorway. Over the past few weeks, she’d been coming in every night after work. Every time she’d step through the door, she’d shoot a smile in my direction and shyly come closer. Tonight, her light blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she’d already changed into some knit athletic pants and some kind of little strappy shirt that was entirely too fucking hot to be real. For a beautician, she didn’t cake on the makeup, only highlighting the stunning features already there. The natural sparkle of her green eyes framed with thick lashes, the gentle contour of her cheeks, the full soft curve of her lips.
    The more time I spent with her, the harder it was to ignore the pull .
    And, considering what she’d been through not so long ago, I really, really had to ignore the pull. Not only was she recovering from a horrendous breakup of a violent relationship, but I was probably about the worst rebound guy she could come up with. I glanced down at the belt in my hands and almost groaned aloud at the image that popped into my mind. If I ever told her what I really wanted to do with her – to her – she’d run screaming bloody murder.
    So I had to get my head out of my pants, push all those feeling aside, and stick to the friend zone.
    “So,” she began as she walked closer and held out her hand for some tape, “I ran into Sage at the