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than his lips; his eye remained an icy shade of blue.
    “Logan, how’s it going? Why the cane? Hurt yourself coaching a peewee team or something?”
    “Or something.” Nick spoke quietly, his tone lethal. Looking pointedly at his watch, he then turned to Willa and said, “I’ll start on some of the stretches my doctor recommended before we start your program.” Willa nodded in response, and Nick lifted his cane and moved off to theother side of the training area without another word to Eric.
    Eric walked over and dropped his shiny multi-pocketed gym bag next to Nick’s old, cracked leather one. Willa barely waited for him to turn back to her before speaking.
    “What are you doing here? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet until eight-thirty?”
    Looking put out, he responded in a coaxing tone. “I’d tell you that I came early to use the whirlpool, but the truth is, I couldn’t wait to see you. So I decided to check if I could persuade you to play hooky and leave early.”
    She hadn’t laid eyes on him since the day she’d walked into his apartment and discovered him locked in more than a passionate embrace on the living-room floor with a very healthy, very naked blonde.
    And he had the nerve to say he couldn’t wait another hour to see her again! Willa felt the rolling tide of her stomach pitch violently toward her throat. Had she really been that taken in by the golden-boy charm and practiced pout? The humiliating answer was yes. But she knew better now—now it made her sick. “I’m sorry, Eric. But as you can see, I have a client to train—”
    “Yeah, right. What in the hell is that has-been cokehead doing here?”
    If she’d been a man, she’d have punched him right in the face. Even so, she felt her fingers curling into fists. “Nick is a client,” she said through gritted teeth. “If you intend to wait for me, why don’t you go on up to the lounge?”
    “I’d rather wait in your office. You know, with people coming in and out, I’d be stuck signing autographs and stuff. I’d appreciate the privacy.”
    Willa refrained from rolling her eyes and capitulated. Anything to get him out of this room. “Fine, it’s down the hall to the left. But it will be at least another hour.”
    “All right, I guess you’re worth it.” Eric smiled and tilted his head toward her.
    Shocked by his audacity, Willa froze. Only a loud clanging from the other side of the gym kept Eric from kissing her.
    “Sorry.” Nick’s low voice carried easily across the gym, his tone anything but sincere. “Boy, these plates are heavy,” he added as he turned back to the machine he’d been loading up with the huge, black iron disks.
    Willa had jumped a foot away from Eric when Nick “accidentally” dropped the plate. She felt like winking at him for his timely intervention.
    Nick was glad that his instincts had taken over and kept Willa and Eric apart, but he cursedhimself for having to admit that his reasons went way beyond clearing his name.
    Scowling, he piled two more plates on the quad machine and began a punishing set of leg extensions.
    Willa scooped up Nick’s leather bag and headed across the room. As soon as she realized what he was doing, her professionalism took over. She dropped his bag and the clipboards and forcibly stopped him from doing another repetition. “What in the hell are you trying to do? Set your orthopedic surgeon up in a life of luxury?”
    “Actually,” he responded, surprised at how easy it was to grin, “he’s already paid off the car. Maybe this will help with the yacht loan.”
    “Not funny, Logan.” Thoroughly confused, she still had to fight the urge to respond to his teasing grin. She could have sworn he was angry at her when he’d left her with Eric. “You said you came to me because I’m the best. Well, I am. And if you want my help, we’re going to do this my way. Got it?”
    Nick took in her flushed skin and bright green eyes. “Oh yeah, I got it.” His voice