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alone, she would be positively anorexic.
    “What girlfriend?”
    Claudia practically purred as she wrapped herself around him. “Oh sugar, if you don’t remember, she can’t mean much to you. Have you forgotten the cheap blond thing already? A real woman would have you thinking about sex twenty-four seven.”
    With difficulty, he wriggled free of her grasp. She was talking about Laura. In all the excitement over Meg and Maud’s arrest, and having the harridan from hell move in, he’d forgotten he kissed Laura to get Claudia to back off. With Claudia set to pounce on him, and Meg somewhere in the near vicinity, now wasn’t the right time to correct her assumptions about who he was dating. “My girlfriend is real. In fact, I think I saw her just now. So, if you’ll excuse me.”
    A quick check of the main gym came up empty, although he couldn’t hold in a chuckle when he saw Lance valiantly trying to wrestle Maud away from a guy lifting weights above his head. If she pinched that butt, she would be in danger of having more than a few kilos landing on her head. Mind you, it would teach her a lesson. He had bruises on his arse from her constant grabbing at him. If he didn’t love Meg so much, he would have moved out to get away from Maud, but the chance of a stolen moment here and there was better than nothing. Even if seeing Meg and not being able to touch her most of the time was his own personal hell.
    Stepping back into the hallway, he pondered where else Meg could be. No way would she have gone home and left Maud behind. Regardless of what she said about her, he knew Meg had a soft spot for the old lady. She could drive a person to drink most of the time but she was still Meg’s great aunt. Things could be worse; they could be living with Meg’s mother. The thought made him shudder. She would either put him in a chastity belt or lock Meg in her room to protect her daughter’s virtue. Too bad Sam had stolen her virtue, and some. A stirring in his groin made him take a deep breath. No way in hell was he about to saunter around the gym in bike shorts with a boner big enough to poke an eye out. A few moments of quiet contemplation and he was good to go.
    The ladies’ gym, was off limits to all male employees unless they were with a personal training client, but it was the only place he hadn’t checked.
    Not willing to risk a disciplinary warning, he snuck a look through the glass in the door. A purple and red blob pounded away on the treadmill like she was running after an ice cream truck. What in heaven’s name was she doing? No one as sedentary as Meg should be going that hard. He shoved the door open and sprinted across to the treadmill. He pounded the stop switch with his fist just as she finally lost balance. With a quick move, he caught her in his arms and lifted her to safety just before she did a huge face-plant on the rubberized running track.
    *
    Eyes squeezed shut, Meg gasped for breath. Her legs were still making running motions, but she seemed to be floating through the air. She must have had the aneurism that kept threatening and now she was hovering above her prostrate dead body.
    “Meg?”
    Oh, one of the angels had lifted her in his wings and was calling her name. He sounded just like Sam. God really did think of everything.
    “Meg? Are you okay? What the fuck were you doing?”
    What kind of language was that for an angel to be using? And how dare it yell at her? Talk about no respect for the dead. She opened her eyes and her anger melted.
    “Sam. My angel.”
    He smiled. “Meg. Thank God you’re allright.”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hugged her tight to him as he carried her out of the room.
    Still trying to catch her breath, she happily let him take her where he would. Right now, she could use a cool drink and a rest, but having the man of her dreams carry her around in his arms was a suitable substitute. He walked back toward the reception area, and when they passed