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might have been my fault.”
    “No kidding.”
    “But I’m willing to let bygones be bygones.”
    She ripped the paper off the credit card machine and pushed it and a pen at him. “Fine. Let’s just forget about this morning. Now would you please sign here ? ”
    “ Sure thing.” He signed it and handed it to her. “Where’d Denise go? I wanted to thank her.”
    “Denise had something important she had to take care of . ” The woman’s gaze shift ed t o the paperwork in front of her, d ismissing him. “She said she was sorry to have to cut out but it couldn’t wait.”
    Shane wondered what it was about this woman that appealed to him. He’ d never been into looks without the whole package. So far in their short acquaintance, she’d been shrewish, though not without good reason. She seemed as if she really didn’t like him, and for some odd reason , that only added to her appeal.
    But Denise with those hands… He wasn’t a man to juggle two women at the same time. Denise had seemed to like him well enough , so he’d start with her and see where their first date went. Just as soon as he asked her. And if it turned out he’d just imagined th eir chemistry, he wouldn’t be any worse off than he was now.
    He continued to stare at the woman now glaring daggers at him, bemused at how much he liked looking at her. Odd how her annoyance only made her sexier.
    “ Do I even want to know what you’re thinking? ” she asked slowly, as if each word in his presence pained her.
    “I doubt it. Have a great night, and maybe I’ll run into you again sometime.”
    “Good bye .”
    He grinned and left the building. George had dropped his car off at Harmon & Sons earlier in the day, so Shane had his own transportation once more. Thank God. He loved Mac, but the man drove like he owned a Formula One c ar. Great when Shane was late, but Mac’s jerky steering played hell with his stomach.
    He pulled out of the parking lot and headed home , making plans to contact Denise tomorrow. Dinner, a movie maybe? Hell, it had been eight months since his last steady relationship. He frowned. Did he really want that again? Commitment? Cohabitation? Compromise? He liked his life, well, except for the lack of sex. Maybe his buddy was on to something with his fast and loose attitude. Mac could be an ass, but he didn’t lie to women. He was straight up about not wanting forever, and he seemed to have no problem finding companionship . Shane could go for that. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t want a relationship right now, just raw, hot sex.
    Instead of turning toward his house, he drove past Sunnyside and headed for Jameson’s Gym. He hadn’t planned on ruining the therapeutic relief from his massage, but Denise hadn’t made it all that relaxing, at least, not for the lower half of his body. He had a spare set of workout clothes in the trunk . After his rubdown that left him feeling frustrated, a run on the treadmill tonight seemed in order. Plus he’d get a chance to talk to Mac.
    Mac work ed for his uncle , biding his time while his body recovered from a blown out knee. Ian Jameson had been threatening to retire ever since Shane had joined the gym two year s ago , but the man had yet to step down . Shane wondered if Mac would actually make the move and assume complete control , or if his hard-headed friend would find his own niche and start fresh. With Mac, he never knew.
    Shane arrived at the gym, changed and stretched. Then h e hopped on the treadmill and ran for three miles without breaking much of a sweat .
    “ Twenty minutes,” a deep voice sounded to his right. A glance showed his muscle-bound buddy studying the treadmill. “Not bad for an old man.”
    “Please.” Shane slowed the machine to a fast walk. “First of all , I’m younger than you are . Second, I could kick your ass in a race even before you tore your knee . Once you heal up, just name the time and place.”
    Mac snorted .