When Vincent’s staff hits yours, roll with the movement.” He demonstrated, using Vincent’s weapon. “But you need to be a bit more flexible with your hold. “That was much better, Kate,” came a voice from behind me. “You would deserve a bite for beating me again.” “I’m making no promises,” I said, wiping the hair that had escaped my ponytail out of my eyes. I rearranged my smile into the best glare I could muster. An expression that said he thought he was the lucky one. Like he couldn’t believe that I was standing there with him in all my 3-D humanness. He grinned and touched my cheek, with an expression like he was seeing me for the first time. Sea blue eyes flashed with humor from under the waves of black hair that fell around his face. “If you promise not to kick or bite.” He laughed and set me on the ground. Strug-gling to maintain my resolve, I growled, “That is totally cheating,” and managed to work my hand free enough to punch him in the arm. And the warmth from his bare chest and arms was turning my fight-tensed muscles to buttery goo. The fact that he was shirtless was quickly eroding my hard-won concentration. Leaning forward, he gave me a firm kiss on the lips. “Don’t be such a sore loser, Kate,” chided Vincent.
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