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Abby hadn’t seen him since the disastrous confrontation in her apartment. He’d looked so good, all gruff and prickly, sitting on a couch a size too small for his frame, in her living room. Massaging her foot. It had felt so good, talking about herself, asking questions about him. Then he stormed out. But she wasn’t going down easily. She was going to break through his walls if it killed her. With a plan up her sleeve, Abby was about to implement phase one.
“I didn’t take you for a coward,” Abby stated as Loki wiped down the mats after the last student left the room. Facing away from her, bending over a mat, she had a perfect view of his ripped back underneath a black T-shirt and his delicious a*s encased in athletic shorts. His quads bulged as he crouched over, and she had to bite bac
