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KACEY
“What are we doing at your gym?” I asked curiously.
Tyler parked his truck and turned to me, chuckling. “You weren’t really being serious last week, when you told me you weren’t coming back, right?”
“Kind of,” I confessed. “Especially now that I know Liam is part of the fighting crowd. He and his clients don’t come into your gym do they? They are the last people I want to be around.”
It was an underhanded question, but at least it would give me peace of mind about hanging out in his gym. If I knew Kyle’s friends wouldn’t be there, I’d be safe. Immediately, he growled low, “They know not to step foot in my gym, unless I’ve given specific permission. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Then I’ll go in there,” I replied, breathing a sigh of relief. “Is there a reason we’re stopp
