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he’d follow her anywhere.
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    And . . . wipeout.
    It wasn’t the first time chasing a girl had landed him flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. Hell, it wasn’t the first time
this
girl had landed him flat on his back. He had the sneaking suspicion (hope? fear?) that it wouldn’t be the last.
    Cam had survived the jump over to the street just fine, and he’d even managed to make it up the stairs. But once they were on the roof of the parking garage, Nikki had vaulted over a car and glanced back at him with a look that clearly dared him to follow.
    So he’d taken a deep breath, run as fast as he could, launched himself over the first car, and . . . wipeout.
    He’d also managed to set off the car’s alarm.
    A feeling of shame washed over him. Cam was used to being the best. At work, he was the fastest rider, without question. When he was learning martial arts as a kid, he’d been the quickest to pick up every move in class; it didn’t matter if it was karate or Muay Thai.
    But he’d just gotten schooled in parkour. By a girl.
    Nikki stood over him.
Way
over him—she was peering down from the roof of an SUV.
    She frowned, but there didn’t seem to be much sympathy in her look. It was the same frown his eighth-grade teacher used to shoot his way—disappointment with just a hint of you-are-an-idiot mixed in.
    â€œIf you want to do parkour, you have to learn how to
see,
” she told him, vaulting down like she had cat DNA. She pulled something small and black out of her pocket and held it up; the alarm beeped twice and then was silent.
    â€œI can see fine,” Cam ground out, as he heaved himself to his feet and started picking the gravel bits out of his palms. “How’d you shut off that alarm?”
    Nikki shrugged. “Little gift from a friend. Comes in handy sometimes.” She went on in a serious tone: “Look, I know these moves look easy, and it does take guts, but it’s more important to slow down and think about what you’re doing. Otherwise, you’re gonna get hurt. So, first tip: if you want to vault the car, don’t look at the
car.
Look at where the car
isn’t.
”
    Cam fought the urge to call her Yoda—because Yoda was
not
sexy. He nodded and watched her clear a big black Mercedes SL like she was stepping over a puddle.
    Cam tried the same car, concentrating on where the car
wasn’t.
    He cleared it. She met his grin with one of her own, then ran and jumped.
    And disappeared.
    She vanished right through a gap in the floor.
    Cam rushed forward, peering over the edge.
    It was a straight drop down to the next level. That took guts all right. Or maybe Nikki wasn’t as good at this as she’d seemed. He couldn’t see her anywhere. He raced frantically to the stairs, taking them five, six at a time, sliding down, assuming the worst.
    But halfway down, he spotted her standing there, totally fine—she wasn’t even out of breath.
    â€œHow’d you . . . ?” He gaped.
    She smiled at him. “It was nice to meet you, Cam. Take care.”
    What? She was leaving? What the hell was wrong with this girl?
    Also, what the hell was wrong with him that he seemed to care so freaking much?
    Stunned, Cam stared at her retreating figure, then whirled around as he heard someone speak.
    â€œWho are you?”
    Cam whipped his head around, trying to find the owner of the voice—a male voice. He caught sight of three guys across the gap from Nikki.
    â€œWhat are you doing here, Dylan?” she called across to them.
    â€œJust keeping an eye on you, Niks,” one of them answered.
    â€œYou been spying on me the whole time?” Nikki sounded annoyed.
    â€œYou working out alone?” the guy countered.
    â€œSo what?” Cam saw Nikki’s chin lift. But her eyes didn’t match her defiant stance.
    â€œGotta be