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I turn around to grab her arm and help her up, giggling. It’s so nice to have Kyla here with me- especially given today’s revelation about Jax. If I was dealing with that all on my own, I’d probably go half crazy. At least Kyla knows about it and I’ve got her to talk to, because training under Jax for the next few weeks is going to be awkward as hell.

Especially when, even though he’s a jerk, and against my better judgment, a small part of me would rather be doingotherthingsunder him.

CHAPTER TEN

Jax

Okay, so here’s the thing. I know Quinn’s off limits. I know I royally fucked up by hooking up with her once, and I can never do it again. But there’s no harm in justlookingat her, right? I mean, it’s still my job to train her with the other recruits, and the least I can do is honor my promise to Theo to watch over her for the next few weeks. I’ve gotta look at her to do those things, so looking can’t be off limits.

At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all morning, because I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off of Quinn if I tried. She’s wearing a little pair of black workout shorts and a red sports bra, and the red bra immediately conjures up the image of that lacy red lingerie she was wearing the night we hooked up. I’m a creep-a total fucking creep- because I just kept watching her tits bounce in her sports bra as she was doing warmup laps around the track, and I was popping a semi by the time warmups were over.

But I can look as long as I don’t touch, right? Because I keep looking all through practice like the creep I am. We have the recruits pair off and do some basic sparring, and while I mill around and observe them, I keep getting distracted by Quinn. I mean, how could I not? Not only is she insanely hot, but when it comes to sparring, her skillset is impressive-is this girl just good at everything or what?

There are a few injuries, a few sit-outs, and the next thing I know, Logan’s paired himself up with Quinn and the two of them are sparring. They look like they’re having a damn good time, too, laughing and teasing one another all the while. And suddenly, looking isn’t enough for me anymore. I’m making my way toward her, weaving through the other recruits on the practice field.

When I reach her, she’s flat on her back on the ground, pinned under Logan and giggling.

I clear my throat to get their attention. “How’s it going over here?”

Logan laughs, climbing off of Quinn and offering her an arm to help her up. “All good,” he says, pulling her to her feet before turning to me. “Quinn here is learning the hard way that she can’t get the jump on me.”

“Oh whatever,” Quinn chuckles, rolling her eyes. She dusts off her little black shorts and her bare thighs. “You’ve got a year of professional training on me, so that’s hardly something to brag about.” She makes a face and sticks out her tongue at Logan. It’s cute as fuck and for some reason I kinda wish that sass was directed at me, instead. And that I was the one who had her pinned down.

“Please,” Logan scoffs. “You’re just being a brat because you hate losing.”

“Of course I do,” she retorts, folding her arms over her chest. “Doesn’t everyone?”

I’m starting to feel real fucking awkward standing on the periphery of this conversation, especially because Quinn hasn’t even cast so much as a sideways glance my way since I approached.

“You wanna make your rounds before we call it?” I ask Logan. This is his practice after all- he’s the one that’s supposed to be leading today, and he’s been tasked with pairing up the recruits based upon how they perform today for future exercises.

For the first time since I approached, Quinn slides her hazel-eyed gaze in my direction. She doesn’t seem particularly pleased to see me, though.

“Yeah, sure,” Logan replies, looking from me back to Quinn. He holds out a fist to her. “Catch ya later, Q.”

She gives him a fist-bump, and once he’s turned around and walking away, she swivels to face me, folding her arms tightly across her chest again.

“Have you got some moves to teach me, Jaxon?” She’s frowning, but her tone is jovial. I can’t get a read on this girl to save my life. I like the way my name sounds on her lips, though.A little too much.

“Oh, I think I could teach you a few things,” I murmur, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

She arches a brow. “Is that so?”

I nod. “Definitely.”

Quinn’s still playing it cool, but there’s mischief in those hazel eyes.Trouble. And I guess I haven’t learned my lesson, because I add “maybe you could teach me a few things, too.”

She steps closer, tossing her long hair over a shoulder. “Bet I could. You want offense or defense, tough guy?”

As soon as she starts to crouch into sparring position, I come to my senses. I know I have to put a stop to this; no good can come of me flirting with Quinn. It’s okay to look at her, it’s okay to talk to her, butfuck, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself if I touch her.

Because Iwantto touch her- more than anything. I want to do bad things to her, even though she’s my best friend’s sister.What the hell is wrong with me?

I straighten, giving a little shake of my head. “Sorry, I can’t,” I grumble, my voice barely audible.

Quinn shoots back up, furrowing her brow and fucking glaring at me. “Can’t, orwon’t?”

I can tell she’s wounded, but the best thing for both of us is for me to walk away right now.

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