Page 129 of Simon Says

From flat on his back, Barber winked. “You know you were dying to show off for him.”

She had been, but…“Doofus.” Dakota helped him up and, one by one, the crowd dispersed. “You know you could still brush me off like a fly.”

“Maybe, if I was really pissed. But most guys without training would have their hands full.”

“You mean it?”

Barber smoothed her hair. “Yeah.”

Suddenly she felt herself hauled to the side. Simon leaned forward and put a warm kiss to her mouth—right in front of Barber. “You smell like male sweat.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That’d be Dean, Barber, and Mallet.”

Expression carefully blank, Simon asked, “No one else?”

Barber chuckled. “Sorry, bud, but I’m afraid the whole gym took part.”

Simon gazed around the crowded room. He didn’t look happy. “I suppose they had good intentions?”

“Dean made sure they did.”

Simon relaxed. “I owe him.”

Dakota shook her head at both men, then said to Simon, “I’d be showered and fresh, but you weren’t due home for hours.”

“I got done ahead of schedule and was able to catch an earlier flight.” His attention went to Barber. “Everything go okay?”

“Haven’t seen hide nor hair of anyone suspicious.” Barber clapped him on the shoulder, picked up a towel, and headed off.

Left somewhat alone, Dakota moved from foot to foot. She wanted to throw herself against him. She wanted to take him to the mat and kiss him senseless.

“What are you thinking, woman?”

“I was thinking that this time I’m the one who’s a sweaty mess, otherwise I’d greet you with…more enthusiasm.”

“Soon.” He took her chin in his hand and moved her face from side to side. “Your bruises are fading.”

“I’m a fast healer.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Wrung out like a limp dishrag. But that’s from working here. Dean is ruthless. But he’s also real clear about what I should do and when.”

His large hand went to the side of her neck. “Other than that, you’re okay?”

“Good as new.”

“How about we get out of here, then?”

“I need to go to the motel to shower and change.”

“You rode here with Barber?”

“Yes.”

“My car is outside.” He held out a hand. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER 17

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