Page 59 of The Savior

If she could erase last night, how she’d held on to him, how she’d reacted when he positioned her legs and arms… Chelsea bit the inside of her mouth.

“What I’m trying to say is…” He pulled her off the edge of her treadmill.

She didn’t have the mental or physical strength to cover his mouth.

“I need your help.”

Wait—what?Chelsea had amped herself up to a dangerous level of panic.He wants help?She hadn’t only read the change in their conversation wrong. She’d misread the entire time in the gym. “What are you talking about?”

He glanced toward the ceiling then eyed the light crowd in the cardio section. “I can’t talk about it here.”

“Talk aboutwhat?”

His eyes narrowed as if he couldn’t describe the topic. “Sort of a work problem.”

That was his frustration? He’d been commiserating about work, while she’d ogled and fantasized. Her cheeks flamed.

“Actually.” Liam shifted. “That wasn’t the only reason I came in here.”

Holy mixed signals, her panic screeched back into place.

“But the pull-ups helped me work something out.”

She was glad it had helped one of them. “That’s good.”

Too bad her workout had the opposite effect and left her with more questions than when she showed up.

“So.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m going to grab my card from Smokey’s, then, if you had a few minutes to listen, I could meet you at your place?”

Chelsea bit her lip. Saying no could draw his attention to her concerns. Saying yes would put her in a small space with a man that seemed either totally aware or completely oblivious to their chemistry. “Yeah, sure.”

He pulled in a deep breath then said, “I hope you’ll still talk to me when I’ve said everything that needs saying.”

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