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jerked against hers.
    Maz licked her lips and leaned back into him. “We smell of sex.”
    “Yeah, but luckily Dusty and Blue haven’t had sex in so long they’ll think it’s sheep dip they’re smelling.”

Chapter Five
    Sweat was dripping from Maz as she jogged on the moving path of the treadmill. “I cannot believe I allowed you to talk me into this.” Her clothes were clinging to her, wet with perspiration, as she swiped her sweaty fringe from her eyes. One minute she had been saying no and the next she was moaning yes, oh god yes, anything. Maz squinted at Joe. “Are you looking at my ass?” She could feel it wobbling like jelly in her navy blue track pants.
    “Only in a professional way,” Joe responded with a grin.
    Thankfully she was already red in the face so her blush went unnoticed. “How long do I have to do this? I’m not built for running.” Her breasts were bouncing and her thighs were killing her, and all in all, Maz would have preferred to sit on an ants’ nest naked than run.
    “It’s fun to watch,” Joe move around and slowed down the pace of the treadmill with the push of a button. “It’s good cardio exercise.”
    “It’s frigging torture.” Maz was breathless and out of shape and yes, maybe it was good for her, but still she would have preferred to be anywhere else.
    “Stop whining and keeping breathing.”
    “I’m not whining and of course I’m bloody breathing. Why do people always say, ‘remember to breathe’? It’s not like I’m going to forget or refuse to, is it?”
    “You’re cute when you’re angry and sweaty.”
    “You’re cute when you’re in Sydney.”
    Joe clutched his heart in mock dramatics. “So wounded.” He pressed the button to decrease her pace further until Maz was walking. He handed her a water bottle.
    Maz look a long, unladylike slurp. “Bloody hell.”
    “Okay?”
    “Do I look okay?” She was a lather of sweat.
    “You always look great.”
    “I thought exercise was supposed to make you feel better.” Her legs were starting to wobble and she had a feeling she was going to trip ungracefully from the treadmill.
    Joe took her hand and helped her down. “You’ll like the next thing I have planned—no not sex, but now you mention it…”
    “I didn’t.” The last thing she felt like was sex. His hand clasping hers made her heart beat a little faster but then Joe had always had the ability to make the simplest touch intimate and exciting.
    “Later then.”
    Maz pulled her hand from his. “No, this has to be strictly business.” Even as she said the words Maz knew how crazy they were. It was madness to even allow him one second in her life as she knew when Joe left—and he would, for Amberwarra Falls would not be able to hold an adventurer such as himself—she would once more miss what might have been and be annoyed at herself for letting him in.
    “Okay.” Joe handed her a towel.
    “I mean it.” Maz mopped her face. Crap, I am so out of condition. Her upper left thigh was throbbing and she knew she had pulled a muscle. But there was no way she was going to admit any weakness to Joe.
    “I mean it too.” Joe took her hand once more, refusing to let go.
    “Oh shut up.” Maz found herself following him as he pulled her along. “Where are we going?”
    Joe pushed open a door and switched on the lights to a small room. “I am going to give you the chance to hit me.”
    Maz smiled. “Okay so this hasn’t been a complete waste of a day.”
    “You’re so cute.” Joe left her for a moment and found some boxing gloves.
    She held out her hands as directed and soon both fists were incased in red padded leather. “Kinky,” she murmured, her stomach clenching as Joe smiled at her. Oh what that man could to do her with the simplest, sweetest look.
    “And it gets even better.” Joe picked up two pads that covered his own hands. He explained how he wanted her to punch, jab and uppercut against the protective covering.
    Maz found