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    Bryce’s face grew hot. “Look,” he said, “you’re both Black Belts now and I’m here to teach you, not make things easy or comfortable.”
    “Yeah, but you don’t have to be a dick about it,” replied Scott.
    Bryce smiled coldly. “If you can’t handle my way of teaching, then feel free to leave.”
    “Best thing you’ve come up with all night. I’m outta here,” said Scott, grabbing his gym bag. He muttered something under his breath and stomped out of the dojo. Deep down, I knew he’s wanted to leave earlier, to check on Nora. I could tell he was already falling for her.
    Bryce turned to me with a stony expression. “What about you, Wild One ?”
    I stuck my chin out defiantly. “What about me?”
    “You think I’m too demanding?”
    “You’re a little…intense.”
    Bryce’s mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. He ran a hand through his wavy hair then gazed candidly at me. “You know, there’s something different about you today. You’ve done something…to your hair or face.”
    I shrugged. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him I had my eyebrows waxed. Instead I said, “Could it be the way my eyes are glaring at you? Oh, wait! They were doing the same thing yesterday.”
    He looked away and chuckled.
    His moods were so up and down, I wondered if he was even aware that he was slightly deranged. “Are we done here? Because I don’t think I want to spend another half hour with someone who’s obviously got an issue with me.”
    Bryce gave me a confused look. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
    “You’ve been shooting daggers at me since I got here. I’m not even sure what I’ve done to offend you so much,” I said and started walking away.
    He grabbed my arm. “You don’t offend me at all.”
    “Well you have a strange way of showing it,” I said looking up at him.
    His eyes searched mine and softened. “You’re eyes are so… fascinating,” he said, still holding onto my arm.
    I’ve had compliments on my eyes before which always puzzled me since I though they looked like pretty average brown eyes. My mom says it’s because my lashes are so thick and long.
    He stepped back and cleared his throat. “Well, listen it’s getting late and I’ve got to get home. We should call it a night.”
    I nodded. “I have to pick up my sister anyway.”
    Bryce started shutting off the lights in the dojo and I went into the locker room to wash up and run a brush through my hair. When I walked out of the locker room I found him waiting for me in the entryway, dressed in faded jeans and a tight blue t-shirt. He was on his cell phone, clearly frustrated with whomever he was talking too. I waved at him and he hung up the phone.
    “Hold up, I’ll walk you out,” he said throwing on a brown leather jacket.
    “Okay,” I said.
    He locked the front entrance door, set the alarm, and walked me outside. “Nice night,” he said, looking into the sky.
    There was a soft breeze and the stars twinkled above us. “Yeah,” I replied.
    He followed me to my truck and stood watching me fumble in my purse for my keys. “Listen,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was being a little bit of a jerk I guess.”
    “You guess?” I asked dryly.
    He shrugged. “I just…there’s stuff going on at home,” he said putting his hands in his pockets.
    “And then there’s Master Jordan bawling you out?”
    Bryce chuckled. “He told you huh? Well, he was right. I was out of line and should have been more professional.”
    “It wasn’t a big deal. It really didn’t bother me.”
    “Good, because I wasn’t trying to bother you,” he said looking away. “You just…intrigue me I guess.”
    I blushed. “Intrigue you?” I couldn’t believe a guy found me intriguing. Especially one that was incredibly hot.
    He turned to me again. “Yes…but I’m one of your karate instructors and probably too old for you.”
    I searched his face, trying to decipher how old he