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fist. “When I was young my father ran this small auto shop not far from here. Nothing fancy, but he made a decent living. Allowed my mother to stay home and take care of me. Thing was, his mechanical skills were a lot better than his talent for gambling.” He kicked out his foot, making a sweep toward her legs. “He managed to get into the kind of debt that usually finds you flat on your back with a toe tag.”
    Elyon leaped over his leg, kicking out with her foot. It was aimed at Max’s rock-hard six-pack, but he dodged behind her with startling speed. Momentarily off balance, she barely avoided the blow aimed at the center of her back.
    He was good. Really good.
    Heat blasted through her body. Ely want.
    It was rare for her to find someone capable of sparring with her where she didn’t have to pull her punches. And it was exciting as hell. Had she met her match?
    No.
    Mate.
    “I assume it didn’t get him a toe tag?” she asked, spinning to face him, silently telling her cat to keep quiet and play nice. Her arm lifted just in time to block his uppercut.
    His expression settled into grim lines.
    “I was a big kid for my age, so the men who held my dad’s account agreed to let me pay it off by working on the docks.”
    She knocked aside his fist, returning with a counterpunch that should have landed directly on his firm jaw. Instead he danced away with ease.
    “Doing what?” she asked.
    “Unloading their private yachts.”
    She frowned, briefly confused by his explanation. Unloading a yacht didn’t seem particularly difficult. Why not just hire Max? Even if he was a kid?
    Her distraction lasted less than a fraction of a second, but it was enough time for Max to strike. One moment she was frowning in confusion, and the next he was leaping forward.
    Oof. Goddammit! The air was knocked from her lungs as his broad shoulder hit her mid-section. She flew backward, hit the mat. She was already preparing to jack to her feet and kick some ass. Payback time. A great plan. Except for the fact that a very large form was landing on top of her before she could even move a muscle.
    She released a low snarl, telling herself that it was anger pulsing through her body. Or hardcore embarrassment.
    No one mounted her. Not unless she wanted to be mounted.
    Another time? Maybe. Probably. Just not now.
    She glared up at the male who was staring down at her with a smug grin. He loved the fact he’d managed to gain the upper hand.
    The aggravating ass.
    “You’re very good,” he said.
    “Tell me something I don’t know.”
    “But distracted.” His grin widened. “Want to tell me what’s on your mind, Elyon?”
    Refusing to give him even more reason to gloat, Elyon placed her hands against his chest, but made no effort to push him off. Despite her Amazonian build, he had her by over a hundred pounds. There was no way she could force him off.
    The only thing she could do was wait it out, pretend she was precisely where she wanted to be. Flat on her back with Max planted on top of her.
    “Were they using the yachts for smuggling?” she asked. The thought had hit her the precise moment she’d been flying through the air. Great time for a lightbulb moment.
    “Yeah,” he said, his smug expression becoming distracted as he gazed down at her.
    It seemed she wasn’t the only one being affected by the press of their bodies together.
    “Why didn’t you leave?” she demanded, wondering idiotically, as his sizable cock jutted up against her hipbone, what the full weight of him would feel like. Without the layer, thin as it may be, of clothes.
    “I tried. My parents and I were approached by a guy who said he could help us escape.” His eyes darkened dangerously. “He claimed they needed workers in New Orleans. That we could start over with fake identities that would allow us to bury our pasts and become new people, or some shit like that.”
    An unexpected pang of sympathy twisted Elyon’s heart. He’d been royally screwed, and