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terrifies her.
     “That’s okay. I’ll go to him. Where’s the workout room?”
     “Basement,” she squeaks. Poor thing, Connor’s obviously been running roughshod over her.
     The access to the basement is through the kitchen. I pause for a moment when I hear men’s voices coming from that direction. Another security team. From what I can tell, there are four men to a team and Connor has at least three in his personal employ, two on duty at any given time. I wonder how much money he’s spent keeping me guarded around the clock.
     Three of the men sitting around the kitchen table are wearing black suits and holding fists full of cards. The fourth is in well-worn jeans, his arm and the side of his face covered by massive bandages. When those eyes turn toward me I smile for what feels like the first time in ages.
     “Justin. It’s so good to see you.” I want to hug him, my relief at seeing him out of the hospital and on the mend is so strong.
     “Liar,” he says with a grin. “But it will be once my skin grafts heal.”
     “You doing okay?”
     He nods. “Yeah. Be back to work full time in another week.”
     It says something about Connor that a man who almost died protecting his girlfriend is so eager to return to work. Something about Connor Edge inspires loyalty. It’s more than a fat paycheck. People want to work for him, be around him.
     I sure do.
     With no idea how much the security staff knows about my relationship with Connor, I keep it simple. “I’m just going to go see the boss for a minute.”
      “Good to see you, Baily. We’ve been missing you around here.” Justin’s eyes cut to the basement door.
     Until that moment, I didn’t know if Connor would refuse to see me. “’Kay, I’ll see you all later.”
     The basement at the Rosemont main house is huge, spanning the entire sprawling foundation. I’ve been in smaller malls. Directly beneath the kitchen is a wine cellar, with rows and rows of vintage labels. I suspect some of the bottles are worth more than my truck, but that really isn’t saying much.
     To the left is what the previous owners used as storage and I’m guessing the most likely spot for Connor’s workout room. I see light under the door and hear the sounds of flesh connecting with something heavy in massive thuds.
     I pause with my hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath. I’ve rehearsed my speech more times than I can count and I only hope my sincerity shines through. He needs to know how grateful I am, and how sorry for not trusting him with my secret. I try not to hope for a renewal of our sexual relationship, but it’s been a lonely month and my body craves his.
      I guess hope really does spring eternal, Snarkarella whispers without her usual rancor. She’s been quiet these last few weeks. Someone else who has abandoned me.
      The door swings open noiselessly on well-oiled hinges. Connor’s naked back is to me, muscles flexing as he pounds what looks like a robot. The thing has sensors in several spots throughout its mannequin like body that light up when a blow lands precisely. It must be weighed down because it barely moves under his vicious onslaught. He is raw masculine power in motion and my sex creams with want as I study him.
     He’s wearing loose basketball shorts that ride low on his hips. His hair is damp from perspiration, slicked away from his face. The muscles in his shoulders are bunched as he crouches low against the robot, protecting himself from an imaginary counter attack. I watch the sweat trickle over his back down to the elastic band and lick my lips. I’d bet anything he’s not wearing anything under them.
     His movements are fluid, he doesn’t strike the same place twice, but I get the impression any one of those hits is enough to fell a full grown man, if any were dumb enough to cross him.
     “Switch to combat mode,” Connor calls out and his artificial opponent lights up like a Christmas tree before