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minutes walking with him was enough to add a ray of sunshine to a week when I had nothing to look forward to except a terrible breakup and a conversation with my parents that I was more and more certain would be life-altering.
    “Sure, I’ll wait.”
    Two hours later, after I ate some cheese fries, played the computerized trivia game for a bit, and then held down the pool table against a pair of octogenarians named Wally and Half-Dead Ed—his nickname for himself, not mine—Bash found me and let me know he was ready to go. Although now, in place of the half smile, he had a pained, going-to-the-dentist expression on his face that was a real ego-buster. I couldn’t bring myself to call him on it or offer to let him off the hook, though.
    He held the door open for me and I stepped through, feeling a little like Alice down the rabbit hole. Which was weird. Nothing had actually happened yet. I was a girl letting a boy walk her home. No big deal. Except it was. Some part of me knew the second we started moving, our strides oddly in sync with each other's, that this was more than nothing. That if I didn't bow out now and make up some excuse to run away, this guy was going to change everything.
    "So your friends all went to Cabo?"
    "Yeah,” I said, happy for the interruption of my jumbled thoughts. “I mean, I only have a couple here at school anyway. Most of my real friends are in Connecticut. That's where I grew up." I tugged my jacket more tightly around my shoulders and shivered a little. The temperature had dropped a good ten degrees from earlier that evening, and I was seriously questioning my judgment on the miniskirt.
    "You want my coat?" He had slowed to a stop and was already stripping off his black bomber jacket.
    "No, I—"
    I meant to say more, but once he had the coat off, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. So far, I'd only seen him in his Shorty's uniform, and while he looked good in that, what he was wearing now should've been illegal. A second-skin white T-shirt clung lovingly to every inch of his rock-hard chest all the way down to an eight-pack of glorious abs. A pair of navy gym pants hung low on his lean hips in a way that made me want to give them just a little tug lower.
    When I was finally able to drag my gaze away from his ridiculously fit body, I was stunned to see a frown on his face.
    "These are just my workout clothes. I didn't expect to be going anywhere after work except home to knock the bag around. If you’re embarrassed to be seen with me like this…"
    I shook my head furiously. How had I given him such the wrong impression? Sure, Andy dressed preppy and wouldn’t be caught dead in gym pants, but I wasn’t like that.
    "No! You look fine. Better than fine. I was just"—I cleared my throat and wished for even an ounce of the cool, smooth charm that Echo had with guys—"surprised, is all. You must be very disciplined to go to the gym after working all night. Especially this late." Which was better than the truth. I was staring because you’re so unbelievably hot, I couldn’t help myself.
    To my relief, his face cleared and he offered me what could almost pass for a smile. "My brothers and I run a small gym, so it’s pretty easy. I have to walk through it to get to my apartment, which is on the top floor. Discipline is part of it but stubbornness is probably a better word.” His face went serious again and I wondered what it would take to actually get a laugh out of him. “Everybody kept telling me if I wanted to go pro, I couldn’t also work full-time. Like I have a choice. But the best fighters have to train five hours a day minimum to prep for a fight. So I do it, work or not. And unless I want to wake up at four a.m. every day, which I don't, I have to do two-a-days. One of those is at midnight."
    He leaned in close and I swayed forward instinctively, not knowing what he was going to do, but not really caring either. When he slung his still-warm coat around my shoulders, I