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that.”
    “Yeah? You’re gonna have a ball then.”
    She watched him closely as he crouched to lower his center of gravity and mirrored her movements as they went around the middle, circling each other. Finally he lunged and threw a quick jab followed by another up towards her from below, intending to gauge her responses.
    She blocked and twisted, giving him a false tell to cover the real twinge on her left knee. He was good, and fast. All excellent traits for their line of work. Too busy concentrating on his tells, she forgot that her side hadn’t healed and moved for a slick combination move that should have him landing on his ass.
    Instead, halfway through the move pain tore through her side, the agony enough to make her bite her lip and roll, blocking his punch just in time. Backpedalling frantically, she tried to get away.
    He lunged and tackled her. She went down flat on her back but didn’t give up. Instead, she landed an elbow on his shoulder which converted his smug smile into a grimace of pain as she fired off a knee to his side to throw him off balance. Maybe enough to get him off her and allow her to recover.
    She made the mistake of raising the knee on her injured side, and the blow didn’t quite make it to its target. A gasp of pain was torn from her lips as something tore and fire erupted in her side. Taking advantage, he wedged his legs between hers to keep them apart and deny her leverage to give him a solid kick. His upper arms managed to block her weaker follow-up blows and before long he had her hands, hauling them above her head to trap them there. The smile on his face was gone now, and replaced with a feral expression like that of a predator that had caught its prey.
    “Fuck.” She bucked and tried to get him off of her, but the movement sent another ripple of pain through her.
    “Scott…” She warned as he dropped his head, gaze riveted on her lips. He was going to kiss her. Heat washed through her at the thought but she struggled, fighting against him until his hold tightened on her wrists warningly.
    Fuck! It was like medbay again, except this time she was herself and in pain. The second he tackled her he realized that she was hurting. He didn’t realize just how bad until he felt that weak attempt to knee him in the side and saw the pain contort her face.
    Anger rolled through him. Already injured, she was pushing herself too much. Despite the damage she was doing to him, he did his best to pin her down, which wasn’t easy. Considering she was weak, it proved just how dangerous she would be at a hundred percent.
    As he looked down into her face he didn’t think about that anymore, nor did her words penetrate his daze. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and he could feel her nipples, hard and impudent, teasing him as they pressed into his skin. His hard cock pressed against her pussy, only the thin fabric of their workout clothes between them. She bucked her hips, and he groaned as her groin ground against him.
    His eyes took in her face. He’d never been attracted to a woman with ridges before, but they really were quite delicate and pretty, lending her features an exoticness he found breath-taking. His gaze settled on her trembling, moist, slightly parted mouth and everything in him was screaming at him to kiss her.
    But he couldn’t as much as he wanted to, he was very well aware of her pain and he made sure that he held her down as securely as he could if only to make sure she didn’t squirm and hurt herself again. “God! You’re hurt and you’re grappling with me? What’s wrong with you?”
    “Who died and made you a Spirit?” She threw back, gritting her teeth and squirming under him in ways that made him want to forget he had principles. She was pissed, he would guess as much at her weakness as at the fact he’d been able to pin her down.
    Would she ask him nicely to let her up, or would she carry on fighting? The first and he’d let her up, if only to escort her