Page 46 of Ignite

She leans across the desk, lips brushing my ear like we’re in some kind of fucking movie.

“She probably went to her exercise class. Up the road. Elites. She’s there every Friday.”

I pull back, eyebrow raised.

“Cool. Thanks.”

I head back to the McLaren and hit the dial on Finn’s number. He answers instantly.

“Security. Tighten it. A redheaded nurse just told me where Hallie is. Didn’t even push her.”

“I’ll have a word,” he says, voice clipped.

“Cool. Speak later.”

Reg and Rowan are headed to Starlight, Ben’s sleazy little kingdom. I’ll probably join them.

I pull into the parking lot and spot her Shelby.

My cock twitches.

Not sure if it’s her or the damn car—or the image of her behind the wheel, legs spread, eyes wild.

Inside, the place smells like roses and estrogen. The women behind the desk stop talking and stare.

“Are you lost, sir?” the blonde asks.

“Don’t think so.” I grin. “I’m here for…” I scan the posters on the wall. “Pilates?”

They look at each other, barely holding in their laughter.

The blonde pouts, clearly amused.

“Sir, have you done a Pilates class before?”

I frown. Not once. I only recognize the name because I remember Hallie talking about it the first night we met.

“Nope. First time for everything, right?”

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Take it easy in there, big man.”

“I work out every day. I’m a cage fighter, I’ll survive.”

I slide her a twenty.

They giggle like I’ve just walked into a lion’s den naked.

“What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“Nothing. Have fun. First door on the right. Grab a mat from the hallway.”

I shake my head and smirk.

I’m not here for Pilates.

I’m here to see her.

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