a U-turn, so it was heading the same direction I was. Could be a coincidenceâmaybe somebody happened to be leaving at the same moment I wasâbut it was traveling pretty slowly.
I picked up my pace. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw the driver was looking at his phone. Probably checking directions, or maybe texting. If Mom saw him, sheâd give him holy hell for not keeping his eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel.
I was even more reassured when the glow of a streetlight caught his face and I saw it wasnât Loughlin. Hadnât even realized Iâd been holding my breath until then. Still, I hurried to the cross streetâa major road where you could always find a taxi this time of morning. It didnât take long for one to stop for me. The driver wasnât thrilled with the address I gave himâhe would have preferred a longer fareâbut jollied up fast enough when I assured him I was a good tipper.
Once we were moving, I peeked out the back window. The SUV was two cars behind us. It was a common model, but I recognized the driverâs haircut, so it had to be him.
Calm down, Ciel. Stop being so twitchy. Lots of cars go this way. Just because someone is behind you doesnât mean heâs following you.
Unless, of course, he stayed behind you all the way to the relatively obscure gym you were going to, and held up traffic in his lane while he watched you leave your taxi and walk into the building, staring at you the whole time he was talking to someone on his cell phone. Then, I hazarded a guess, he was probably following you.
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Chapter 8
Okay, I thought later, while I was beating the shit out of a heavy bag. The guy definitely hadnât been Loughlin. Might be connected somehow, might not. For all I knew, he was some pervert who got his jollies following women, seeing if he could get them to react. Kind of like catcalling, only without words.
Creepy? For sure. Dangerous? Hard to say. Iâd mention it to Billy or Mark later, and see what they thought. There was no point in bothering them this early, not when I was now safely in a gym surrounded by well-muscled witnesses.
I hit the bag with a rapid-fire barrage of punches. My form no doubt suckedâit was my first time wearing boxing glovesâbut it was a great release all the same. The nice old man with the battered face at the desk up front had been unpacking some new youth gloves when Iâd arrived. I admired their bright green color, and jokingly said something about how they must make you feel as powerful as the Hulk when you wore them. Heâd laughed, and told me I should try them and see.
He didnât know it yet, but heâd made a sale. I did feel rather Hulk-like when I lit into the bag. Like I said, great release. Plus, as Iâd suspected, a hell of lot more fun than wondering if I was pregnant. Time to figure that out later.
I felt a warm hand on my bicep and reacted without thinking, twisting my torso and aiming up by instinct, connecting with the face before I could stop myself. He fell backward, landing on his butt, cradling his jaw with one hand.
Iâd never seen Mark look quite so surprised.
I sank down beside him, reaching for his face with both hands. He flinched away from the gloves, understandably leery.
âCrap.â I untied my right glove using my teeth, wedged it under my arm, and yanked my hand out. âI didnât know it was you. I am so sorry!â I pulled the glove off my other hand.
He pushed himself up to a steadier position. âMy fault, Howdy. I shouldnât have tried to adjust your form without telling you first. Good reflexes, by the way.â
I blushed at his praise, as usual. âThanks. What are you doing here, anyway? James never told me you came to his gym.â
âI donât. One of my guys told me you were here.â
âHow did heâwait, did you have somebody watching Mom and Dadâs house? Was that who
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