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the meantime, I’ll take care of you.”
    Jessi sat down and Marla started working her magic.
    “You’re tense today.”
    “I’m getting my ass kicked today.” And not just physically .
    “Anything else bugging you?”
    Yes. Thank you very much. She had lived a good portion of her life hating the man who was now coaching her. She’d just stupidly given up some of that anger, and now she didn’t know what to feel. She was in a bit of a whirlwind here. She didn’t want to like Dalton, and yet...the grown up version appeared to be nice, smart, funny. And even better looking now than he had been eight years ago. Who did that?
    “I’m fine.” Deny, deny, deny . She was struggling to hold on to an old grudge that had protected her heart for all these years. Now here was Dalton McKinney, all grown up and hotter than hell. Plus, he was just being too nice and helpful to justify staying mad at him. But she was still so mad at him!
    She had to remember that all was not as it seemed with Dalton. He might smile and joke, but falling for the façade could be lethal. She had to keep her guard up. Everything Dalton did was designed to help him achieve something. He couldn’t be trusted where other people’s lives were concerned. He was too selfish in what he took from them.
    “Hmm,” was all Marla said.
    Thirty minutes later, all fixed up and ready to do some strengthening exercises in the water, Jessi made her way back toward the very man that had tightened her shoulders in the first place. Judging by the look in his eye and the exercise bands in his hands, she would be visiting Marla again soon.
     

     
    Chest work was a total mistake. Race suits squished women’s breasts down. The workout clothes Jessi had changed into didn’t, and as it turned out, she had very nice, full, and round breasts. Dalton didn’t remember those. She’d had a nice body at eighteen, but this was something else altogether.
    He had to get her on a different exercise or he was going to get caught staring. He was not supposed to be attracted to Jessi. He was supposed to help her win at the Olympics. Ogling her wasn’t going to get the job done.
    “All right then,” he said a little too brightly. Let’s get you running some stairs, and we’ll call it good. Practice starts back up after lunch.”
    “Okay. How’d I look on the pecs?”
    “Good,” Dalton said too loudly. “Real good. Your chest...looks strong. You’ll be able to pull some good water.”
    “Thank God. I feel like I’ve been using my arms for everything.”
    Dalton focused on getting his mind out of the gutter. “Well, that’s because you have. We’ll get there though. You’re doing a lot better.” He gave her a nudge with his shoulder.
    “Thanks.” Jessi reached out a fist for a bump. At the last moment, she caught herself and pulled her hand away.
    She was too late though. He bumped her back. God, she really was adorable when she was trying to be mean.
    She rolled her eyes at him. “Okay, so, I’m trying really hard not to like you. Nevertheless—and believe me, it pains me to say this—you’re really not too bad at this coaching thing.”
    “Good. I’m glad.”
    They both looked around the room for something to stare at besides each other. The novelty of a happy moment was becoming a little awkward.
    Dalton slapped his hands together and filled the silence with the only thing he could think of. “So, what’s for lunch today?”
    For a second, she seemed relieved for the change in subject. Then she looked up at him with an annoyed stare. “I don’t know. They give you the schedules.”
    “I can’t bring myself to look at that part. I get flashbacks.”
    “Ha! I bet you do. That’s the part I will miss the least about all of this. The food. Uck.”
    “So, you’re really ready to be done. No comeback tours?”
    “Nope. I’m really ready. I’m enrolled in graduate school—physical therapy at CU-Denver. Did Sawyer mention that?” She shook her