On the Run p. 19

Just as her lips parted to speak, to spell out what her body needed, to beg even, they heard the door upstairs clank open.  Footsteps fell across the upstairs floor and to the stair well.

“Tucker, ya still there?!?” the old man shouted.

“God no” he breathed in frustration.  He turned and shouted back, “Yeah!  What do you need?”

“We gotta talk about…. Something.  Are you alone down there?”

“No!  I’m in the middle of a, uhm,” he looked down at her, as if wondering how to word this.  She just pulled her shirt down and gaped at him.  “Just finishing up a lesson.  Can it wait?!?”

“Tonight.  Catch up with me tonight, ya hear?”

“Ya, Boss, got it!” Tucker called back up the stairs, frustration splayed across his face.

“Boss?” She asked?

“We were both in the military at the same time.  He had been in it much longer than me, so his rank is much higher, but we both got along and retired at the same time.  He’s the first person I hired when I opened this gym, so technically I am HIS boss, but you can’t mentally rewind years of it being the reverse.”

They heard the thud back to the front door, it opened and shut, and the familiar clank of the lock echoed even to the basement.

Then reality set in.  What was she doing?  She will eventually have to leave, most likely with little to no notice, and she really didn’t want to leave her heart behind.  Or play with his.  Oh this was not good.

“So is this how you coach all your students?” she mocked as she attempted to slide back down to the floor.

His eyes got serious, as he tried to keep her in place.  “Absolutely not.  You’re definitely the first person I’ve ever kissed in this building.”

“Thank goodness” she replied, still evading him.

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