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about to find out.”
    Dressed in tattered jeans, black lace-up work boots, and a thick coat, Simon couldn’t really see her body other than to note her height. But she had a loose-limbed gait, long legs, longer blond hair, and an eagerness in her eyes that consumed him.
    Hell, yeah.
    When the time was right, he’d have her. And then some.
    Simon walked over to the ropes and propped his arms on them. Keeping his gaze glued to hers, he waited.
    She stopped at the bottom of the ring and looked up. “That was sloppy.”
    Inside, Simon grinned. Outwardly, he just looked at her.
    â€œIf you’re going to compete in the next event, you need to do better than that.”
    Up close, Simon saw that the cold had turned her nose red. Not a dainty little nose, but not an unappealing nose, either. In fact, nothing about her features was dainty. She had a full mouth, thick lashes, strong cheekbones, and a stubborn chin.
    Deliberately provoking, Simon studied her body from head to toes and back again. The heavy black work boots amused him. When his gaze returned to hers, he asked, “You’re an expert?”
    â€œMore like a fan.”
    â€œOf the sport?” Or of me?
    She nodded. “I’ve been watching it since the early days, back when it was no-holds-barred, no weight classes, and a lot more brutal.”
    Odd, to be having this conversation with her when he didn’t even know her name. Yet. “So which do you prefer? The current rules or the older unrestricted freestyle?”
    â€œI have favorite fighters from both. But I’d say it’s more exciting now. More refined. By necessity, the fighters are well rounded in a variety of techniques.”
    â€œThey have to be.”
    â€œAbsolutely.” She tilted her head to scrutinize him. “Your strength is your natural athleticism. You pick up quickly on nuances that others miss. You’re strong and quick, but then so are a lot of the fighters.” Without looking away from him, she nodded toward Gregor. “He’s as strong as they get, but he lacks confidence. When or if he ever gets it, look out.”
    Because Simon thought the same, her insight surprised him. He glanced at her hands, but she had them tucked into her coat pockets. Curiosity ate at him, so Simon turned to Dean. “I’m taking a break.”
    Dean just rolled his eyes. Gregor sat on a stool getting further instructions. He looked royally pissed off.
    Lifting the ropes, Simon jumped down from the ring. Now that they were on even footing, he guessed her height at only around five and a half feet. But she carried herself like someone taller.
    Interesting.
    The mandatory four-ounce gloves left his fingertips and palms free. Simon swiped the sweat from his face. “I’m roasting, but here you are all buttoned up in that thick coat.”
    As if just realizing what she wore, she glanced down at herself. Her hands came out of her pockets and she began unbuttoning the tan corduroy coat.
    No rings.
    No nail polish, either. Her fingers were long, her nails short and blunt.
    â€œIt’s freezing outside, and I hate the cold.”
    Simon was so involved in visually exploring her that he barely paid any attention to her husky voice. Not since he’d walked out on Bonnie months ago had he been this interested in a woman.
    Or more to the point, this interested in having a woman. Under him. In bed.
    Or wherever she liked it. Hell, after months of celibacy, he wasn’t picky.
    As long as she wasn’t the difficult type, too clingy or a psycho groupie, or…whatever. Easy, that’s what he wanted.
    Easy, ready, and willing.
    â€œBut you’re right,” she continued, unaware of his meandering and vivid sexual thoughts. “It’s toasty in here.”
    Getting toastier by the second.
    Simon waited as the buttons came undone and the thick material parted to reveal the shape of her body. She went one further in