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    She'd figured the lust aspect would be easy to resolve. Get Rock in bed and ease the wanting, thus restoring her ability. Only it hadn't worked out that way. There was enough chemistry between them to ignite a nuclear explosion, but so far every time one of them started to make a move, something got in the way.
    They hadn't even been able to get on the mat together. The first afternoon they planned to spar, things went haywire. One of the women clients tried to sneak a smoke in the locker room, forgot her smoke as she chatted on her cell phone and set the towel bin on fire. That set off the alarm and the sprinkler system, not to mention alerting the fire department.
    In the end, the gym had closed for nearly a week, in which time she sat around and stewed over what to do, and scouted fruitlessly.
    The next opportunity for a match arose two days after the reopening of the gym. She and Rock had just squared off when a blonde weighed down in gold and diamonds burst in, screaming at Rock for causing her to lose her husband. She ranted and raved for half an hour, screaming about loss of money and cars and, oh my god, the Palm Springs house.
    It wasn't hard to figure out that the woman had enjoyed a fling with Rock, gotten caught somehow and lost her sugar daddy. Jazz didn't see any indication of heartbreak over the man, but real anguish over the loss of income and material things.
    After that the gym got busy, one training session on top of another. She and Rock were both slammed and the schedule always worked out to have one or the other of them having night sessions that precluded any personal involvement.
    Unrequited desire was starting to make both of them testy. Before she left earlier this evening, she'd asked about the next day's schedule and he'd barked at her about checking it for herself if she wanted to know.
    She'd understood the tension. No way she had failed to notice the hard-on he'd get when he watched her stretch, or she got close enough to tease him with a sexy quip. She knew he wanted her. Whether his desire was as strong as her own was still uncertain but at this point she didn't think it possible because she was about ready to jump him in public.
    But right now she had a job to do, and it was one she didn't particularly relish. She normally didn't have a problem with breaking and entering to get a job done. She did what it took to achieve results. But this was different. She was breaking into a place owned by people she'd come to think of as friends.
    Even cranky old Ed had grown on her. She saw through his gruff exterior to the big heart he tried to hide. He even bought her lunch a couple of times and had opened up about his past and told her about his days as a fighter, as well as the time he spent working as a guard at a state prison.
    She'd come to love the old guy, and the idea of breaking into his place and snooping around was giving her a guilty conscience, something she wasn't accustomed to.
    She blew out her breath, took a look around then slipped out of the car and ran to the back door.
    The gym's security sucked. It took her less than a minute to bypass the alarm and open the door. Once inside she pulled the door closed behind her, locked it and stood for a minute, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.
    Being familiar with the layout, she was able to navigate through the gym to the office with ease. It was locked, but that only slowed her down for a few seconds, then she was inside, closing the door behind her.
    She turned on the small lamp on the desk and went to the filing cabinet. Ed was an old-fashioned guy, not current with technology. He kept his client files the old-fashioned way. By hand.
    The filing cabinet was not locked. She quickly went through the folders, thankful that Ed was organized. Everything was neatly filed in alphabetical order. There was no R. C. Burns folder.
    She closed the cabinet and took a seat at the desk. She couldn't be wrong. Her sense told her the answer was