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legs, then arms, and finish up with a run. We can run outside as long as we stay close enough to the station for me to be back in thirty seconds if my pager goes off. I usually circle the impound lot behind the station a few dozen times.”
    “Sounds good,” Mick said. “You lead. I’ll follow and work in.”
    Faith crossed to an open space on the carpet and started her warm-up. Mick fell in beside her, silently approving of the pace she set with the jumping jacks. From the first minutes of the workout, it was obvious that Faith wasn’t here to play—a fact that become even clearer as they moved into a grueling circuit targeting calves, inner and outer thighs, and quadriceps. They moved between the machines crowded into the small space with companionable ease, their conversation limited to discussion of reps and the occasional words of encouragement.
    But when silence fell between them, it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, Mick found working out with Faith relaxing…except for those moments when he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering, or his blood pressure from spiking. Faith’s body was a thing of beauty under any circumstance, but Faith in action, with her strength and flexibility and raw determination on display was so damned sexy Mick considered it a miracle he was able to keep his own body under control.
    “Okay, what do you think?” Faith asked, breath coming faster as they finished their last set of bicep curls and set their dumbbells back on the stand. “Want to do triceps and then head out?”
    “Yeah.” Mick dried his sweat-slicked hands on his towel. “I think another ten minutes in here will be all I can take before my nose falls off.”
    Faith laughed as she swiped an arm across her forehead. “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it? It’s the carpet. Too many years of sweat soaked into it. Even cleaning it doesn’t help.”
    “I’ve smelled better things,” Mick agreed.
    “But a part of me kind of likes it. Is that wrong?” Faith’s nose wrinkled as she grabbed a pair of eight-pound weights and started a set of tricep kick-backs, bending deep into a squat that made it extremely difficult for Mick to keep his eyes off her back side.
    “No, I don’t think that’s wrong.” Mick claimed a set of fifteen-pound dumbbells and joined her. “There’s something primal about a good sweat stink.”
    “And it reminds me of good times growing up,” Faith said. “My cousins and I used to come here and work out with Uncle Tip after school. It was a family thing.”
    “That’s cool,” Mick said. “My family was never into exercise. They’re more into cooking and eating and talking about cooking and eating and…” Mick trailed off as he glanced into the mirror in time to catch Faith’s eyes roaming. “Are you checking out my ass?” he asked with a laugh.
    “No!” She blushed as her eyes flew back to the mirror.
    As their gazes connected, the blush became an eye roll.
    “Okay, maybe I was.” She straightened up, setting her weights back on the rack. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
    “Can I let it go to my ass?” Mick set his weights down and looped an arm around her waist, unable to believe he’d resisted the urge to touch her until now.
    Even with sweat seeping through her clothes, she felt amazing—strong, but soft in all the right places, places that made Mick’s already pounding heart beat faster as they pressed up against him.
    “You’re a mess, you know that?” Faith said.
    “Takes one to know one.” Mick pulled her closer.
    “I’m not a mess.” She tipped her head back, bringing her lips within inches of his own. “And I don’t kiss while I’m on duty, so don’t even think about it.”
    “Too late,” Mick said, fingers digging into the gentle curve of her hip.
    “Well stop thinking about it, and let’s get going,” Faith said, spinning out of his arms and jogging toward the door at the back of the room. “This workout isn’t over. Only slackers skip