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“Good.” He pulled me up on my toes and planted a deep kiss on my lips. “Now, I think I have a client to train.”

“You do. And I’ll finish with this mess.” I waved at his untidy desk.

He glanced at the paperwork and laptop. “It’s all yours.”

I laughed as he headed out.

The rest of the day was uneventful. A part of me kept thinking Carr would do something, and it left me feeling edgy and unsettled.

“You’re safe in here with Beau,” I murmured to myself.

The gym was busy now. All the machines and rings were full. I saw that Beau was doing an intense training session with one of his regular clients.

I grabbed a box of gear from the storage cupboard and headed to the ladies change room. I’d ordered a few things to brighten the space. I had some nice hand soap and shampoo, and a few things to make the space more feminine and welcoming.

The change room was empty, except for a few workout bags resting out on the benches. I carried my box in, set it on the counter by the sinks, and got to work nailing some posters up. They showed women of various sizes in workout gear—boxing, lifting weights, stretching.

I set the hammer down and studied my handiwork.Nice. I straightened one frame and grinned. They looked perfect.

Next, I refilled the hand wash, and spritzed some air freshener that smelled like flowers. Very nice.

I headed into the showers with the new shower gel and shampoo that didn’t smell like something a man would use. I filled up one dispenser when I heard a noise out in the main change room.

“Hello? I won’t be a minute. I’m almost finished in here.” I finished topping up the rest of the dispensers and walked out. “You can use the showers now.”

There was no one there.

I frowned.Weird. I went over to stack some fresh towels on the shelves.

Another sound echoed through the space. It sounded like the scrape of a boot on the floor.

I spun. I didn’t see anybody.

“Hello?” My heart started pumping. “Who’s there?”

Moving quickly, I dashed for my box, and snatched up the hammer. I gripped it tight.

I wasn’t going to run.

I was going to stand my ground.

I walked toward the lockers. There was no sign of anyone. I turned slowly. The change room was empty except for me.

But someone had been here. I was sure of it.

That’s when I saw a locker door was ajar.

My locker.

Swallowing, I walked slowly toward it. I saw my gear was inside and nothing looked like it was missing.

I lowered the hammer.

That’s when I saw the note sticking out from under a shirt.

Sound roared in my ears. The others had all burned up in the fire. Slowly, I picked up the piece of paper.

My lips pressed into a flat line. I pulled in a deep breath and read it.