 
When Rio Surrenders

By Nicolette Pierce

Published by Nicolette Pierce

When Rio Surrenders is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2019 by Nicolette Pierce

Edited by Amber Barry

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Dedication

To Lucas, my little bug.

Books by Nicolette Pierce

Mars Cannon Novels

Deadly Dancing

 Predator Patrol

Security Squad

Biker Brigade

 Fearsome Foursome

Nadia Wolf Novels

The Big Blind

High Stakes

Cashing Out

Squeeze Play

 The Last Tailored Suit

My Traitor

 Pocketful of Diamonds

Last Hand

Metal Girls Trilogy

Melting Point

Critical Point

 Breaking Point

Loved by Reese

 When Rio Surrenders

 When Rome Falls

 When Edinburgh Dreams

 When Sydney Loves

 When London Calls

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

When Rome Falls

Chapter 1

Gina paused at the front door of Rhythm and Body, a premium gym close to her apartment that boasted more member perks than the gym she was hired at. She had thought that she'd be in better shape after starting work at Fitness Earth. But accounting, no matter the location, was still an office job. And the "office spread" was well on its way to taking over her body. She refused to let that happen. While Gina wasn't vain, she was nearing thirty, still single, and hoping. Plus, she was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her own skin.

Gina took a breath and walked into Rhythm and Body. She was one of the many who flocked to the gym for their New Year's resolution. This was going to be the year she succeeded at ridding herself of her not-so-lovely love handles. She was told belly dancing might be the key. Since the gym she worked for didn't offer classes, she decided to look around and see if any others did. Rhythm and Body offered the class she needed at the perfect time right after work.

However, now that she was in the door, she was second-guessing her choice—even her outfit. At Fitness Earth, people wore whatever was comfortable to work out in. But it wasn't the same at Rhythm and Body. Here, women looked as if they should be strutting the runway instead of the treadmill. Gina wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her oversized sweatshirt close to her. A woman in a tight spandex ensemble stared at her for a moment, as if wondering whether Gina was in the right gym. Gina was beginning to wonder that herself.

With trepidation, she made her way to the front desk to request a free week membership. The gym had advertised it all of December, knowing the overfed Christmas masses would flock to them after the new year. Fitness Earth had the same promotion.

The woman at the desk, with a name badge identifying her as Tammy, was helpful enough but not terribly quick either. If Tammy didn't hurry, Gina would miss the beginning of the belly dancing class. And Gina wasn't about to sneak into a class already in session. If she missed it today, she knew it would take a herculean effort to get her back. She already felt out of place. And belly dancing? What was she thinking? Not only didn't she possess an ounce of rhythm, she didn't have a speck of confidence either. Gina was pretty sure belly dancing required both.

Gina scribbled her information on the form Tammy gave her, signing her name in a flurry.

"Oh, your name is Gina Medina," Tammy said. "It rhymes. That's so cute."

Gina smiled as she had done countless times before. Her name wasn't cute. It was horrid, especially in school when people made fun of her and her sister, Tina.

Tammy snapped her picture before Gina could fix her hair, which was in a haphazard bun sitting on the top of her head. After seeing the photo, Gina realized it looked exactly like her dreadful driver's license photo. The crazed eyes cinched it.

Gina didn't have time to request another photo. Instead, she asked Tammy which way to go for the belly dancing class. Quickly following the path that Tammy gave her, Gina found that the class had just assembled. She stood in the back and tried to compose herself. Being in the class was a little intimidating. Not only was the instructor absolutely gorgeous in her traditional belly dancing outfit, but she had the exact abs that Gina dreamed of having. No love handles to be found on the instructor. Her halter top and hip-hugging pants revealed perfection.

Gina glanced around her and found that the other women were in good shape as well. Maybe not to the extent of the instructor, but a lot closer than Gina was. One woman in her early twenties smiled at Gina as she stretched. She seemed like an approachable person. Gina always appreciated a friendly face. Maybe this class would be okay.

Either way, Gina was not a coward. There were plenty of times in her life that she was—like whenever she was in the presence of snakes and spiders—but not today.

The instructor turned on the music and told everyone to begin shifting their hips left and then right. Gina could at least do that. However, as she rolled her hips, it did feel a little awkward. She almost wanted to giggle at how silly she felt. She would not.

Then the instructor added arm movements that were supposed to be fluid motions and keep in time while the hips were more pronounced. Gina was able to keep up until they turned in a circle. It all fell apart after that.

No worries. It was her first class and she was bound to make mistakes.

As she turned again, her gaze caught on an observation window above her. There was a man on the second floor looking down at the dance floor. He was on the phone as he watched the class. Thankfully, his eyes were on the instructor and not on Gina. She was especially glad now while she tried to regain her footing as she fell out of the routine again.

The instructor then told the students to continue the routine as she walked over and placed her hands lightly on Gina's hips to give personalized instruction. Gina should have been grateful to the instructor for wanting to help her, but she felt the man's gaze shift to her.

Just keep dancing, she told herself. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. Just keep dancing.

During another turn, she only had a split-second glance at him before averting her eyes, but that one glance told her everything she needed to know. It told her the man was sinfully handsome. He probably knew it. He was way out of her league, and he already knew that too. It should have made her feel better about dancing, because what did she care what he thought? Unfortunately, it made her even more self-conscious.

Gina wouldn't come back here again.

She was sure there were tutorials on the internet she could watch instead of subjecting herself to the eyes of others. Plus, this gym was expensive. If she didn't feel comfortable, there was no sense in paying for the membership.

Gina would happily throw in the towel as soon as the class was over. Even the instructor knew it was inevitable as she walked away with a shake of her head.

Gina watched the clock as the seconds slowly ticked by, hating herself for being uncoordinated, while her gaze still found the man upstairs. She tried to keep her focus on the class. She really did. But it was annoying having him stare down at the class. Sure, he was on the phone and not paying attention, but it was distracting. Him and his company polo shirt that fit him just—oh! He was an employee. Didn't he have anything better to do than talk on his phone and watch the class?

Gina scolded herself to refocus on the class. Sweat trickled down her back. Her damp hair stuck to her forehead and neck. Okay, maybe this calorie-burning dance was exactly what she needed. She just had to ignore everyone and keep going. She could do that. Maybe.

* * *

Rio was standing in the observation room on the second floor of the gym when he received a call from his mother. He was under strict orders from his brother London not to speak to her. And normally, what London wanted, London got. It wasn't because he was a bully, but London had raised his four siblings and was used to playing the authoritative father-figure role.

Rio wasn't excited to talk to his mother, but if he didn't answer, she would try Sydney next. No matter how annoying his sister could be, he wouldn't put her through that.

"Hello," he said, reluctantly answering the call.

"Hello, darling. It's so nice to hear your voice."

Most likely because she hadn't heard his voice in over two years. He didn't reply.

"I'm coming into town," she continued. "I was hoping to see everyone."

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said, mindlessly looking out the window to the class below.

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"London doesn't want to see me. I know. But that doesn't mean I can't see the rest of you. I'll only be in town for a few days. A week at the most."

"And then where will you go?" he asked, only mildly curious.

"I have a friend in Madrid I want to visit."

"And is he paying for your flight?"

"Why does that matter?"

Rio was about to say that it didn't matter. At this point, nothing she did mattered.

He stared down at the studio. He had been watching Claudette leading the belly dancing class. She was now helping an unfortunate student try to move her body in rhythm. The woman must be new to the club. Finally, his advertising was paying off.

"Rio? Hello?"

"Oh, sorry. I was distracted for a moment. Listen, I don't think you should visit."

"But I heard you opened a gym. Can I at least come and see it?"

Rio couldn't take his eyes off the new member. She was absolutely atrocious at belly dancing. Not that he judged anyone who tried a class for the first time. No, that took courage. But didn't she have a speck of rhythm? It was as if she was completely incapable of moving to the pronounced beat. Still, he had to give her credit. She looked as if she would tackle the dance with sheer determination.

"So, I will see you the day after tomorrow."

"Wait, what?"

"Ciao for now, darling."

"Wait!"

But she had already hung up. Dammit! If he had been paying attention to the conversation instead of the two-left-footed woman, he would have been able to steer his mother away from Chicago. Now she would be in town. That gave him two days to brace his family for impact or to move far away. Since he wasn't about to leave his gym, he called Rome.

"Evelyn's coming to visit," Rio said, holding the phone away from his ear just in case.

"Didn't you try to stop her?" Rome asked after a long series of curses.

"Of course I did. But she somehow invited herself. She'll be here the day after tomorrow."

"Keep her away from London."

"I will."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

Evelyn was sneaky, but he'd just have to keep her busy until she left town. Did she say she was staying a few days or a week?

He groaned and pocketed his phone. There was no way he could keep his promise without help.

Chapter 2

Gina finished stretching and was prepared to bolt from the gym when the younger woman with the friendly smile came over to her. Her blonde hair was tied up in a perky ponytail.

"Hi, I'm Sydney. You must be new here."

Gina really wanted to leave. She felt uncomfortable, and she may have pulled an ab muscle on that last belly dancing routine. But Sydney seemed like a decent person and was the only one to make Gina feel welcome.

"I'm Gina. This is my first class."

"What do you think so far?"

"That I have no coordination."

Sydney laughed, lighting up her eyes. "It takes time. I've been doing this for a couple of months and I'm finally just starting to feel comfortable."

"You looked like a pro," Gina said.

"Thanks. But, truly, I didn't at first. Will you come to class tomorrow?"

Put on the spot, Gina didn't want to admit to tossing in the towel. "Maybe."

"Well, you should come. There will be an obstacle course training session right after. You don't want to miss it."

Gina had heard about the obstacle course training, but she was pretty sure that was more advanced. "I don't think I'd survive it."

"You don't have to participate if you don't want to. But I'm telling you, you don't want to miss it either. Seriously."

"Okay, I can try to be here."

"You won't regret it." Sydney tossed a towel onto her shoulder. "Want to wash up and grab a smoothie?"

Gina wasn't expecting such an instant connection to anyone in the class, especially since friendships came hard for her. "Can I take a rain check? I didn't bring a bag with anything to change into. I live down the road, so I was just going to run home."

"Okay," she said. "Come tomorrow. We'll have Rio make us smoothies. He makes the best."

Gina wasn't sure who Rio was, but a smoothie sounded delicious, especially now as she remembered that she hadn't eaten lunch. Her stomach roared in protest. Gina excused herself before embarrassing herself any further.

"Don't forget to come tomorrow," Sydney called.

Gina hurried away, wishing she could be a little more like Sydney and a whole lot less like herself.

* * *

Normally Rio stayed at the gym at night. He would work late and then crash on the couch in his office. His gym had only been operational for six months, so there were many kinks he was still ironing out. However, with Evelyn coming to town, Rio had to plan. He hurried out of the gym and power walked the few blocks to the Reese building, which not only held London's offices, but the top floor was their family home.

Rio waved to Maggie, the receptionist at Reese Incorporated, and hurried to the elevator. "Is he working?" Rio asked as he flew past her.

"When isn't he working?" she replied.

That response didn't surprise him. London worked around the clock. But that was good. Rio needed time to think before he spoke to London. Rio stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor.

When the doors slid open, he walked through the small entryway and into the living room.

"Sydney? Eddy?"

No answer.

Rio kicked off his shoes and wandered through the apartment, passing the living room and kitchen, then going past the den and into the entertainment suite. He opened the mini refrigerator at the bar and pulled out a microbrew. Rio wasn't much of a drinker, but he'd had the urge ever since speaking with his mother.

Twisting off the cap, he took a fortifying sip, then sat down in a leather armchair. Waiting for one of his siblings to return, he read work emails on his phone.

He scanned the list, deleting the junk and opening those that seemed pressing. New fitness equipment was on its way. An advertisement for new staff was posted.

"Hey, you're finally home." Sydney plopped down on a seat across from him. Her hair was wet from a shower. "I must have missed you at the gym."

"I saw you taking the belly dancing class. Do you like Claudette as an instructor?"

"She's fabulous."

He nodded, a bit disappointed. While he was happy to have wonderful instructors, he had hoped Claudette would be horrible and leave. Not that it was her fault he wanted her to leave. No, it was his fault.

He shouldn't have slept with her. Rio had regretted his rash decision right away. Since then, he had put policies in place to keep it from ever happening again. He issued a no-employee dating policy. And no dating the members. Period.

"You have a new member," Sydney said. "I like her. She's much better than the phony, stuck-up people that usually join your club."

"They are rich, not phony."

She rolled her eyes. "Still, I like her. I think you'll like her too."

It was the tone of her voice that sent the alarm bells blaring. "Don't."

"Don't what?" she asked innocently.

"You know what. You've tried to set me up numerous times before, and it was miserable for everyone involved."

She shrugged and stretched her legs out, touching her ice-cold toes to his. He jerked away. He hated the cold Chicago weather and Sydney's arctic feet. She laughed and pulled her feet away, her eyes twinkling.

"I promise I wasn't trying to set you up," she said. "Actually, I would like to keep a friend one of these days. She's all mine. Hands off."

"What do you mean?"

"I have four brothers. What do you think?"

Rio couldn't plead ignorance. While he had found himself interested in a couple of Sydney's friends, Eddy seemed to like all of them. Unfortunately, Eddy would lose interest quickly.

"Sorry," Rio said.

"No matter. I've made my peace with the fact that my brothers are scoundrels. Well, not London. He's the only one I would trust around my friends."

"He was too old for them anyway."

"So were you."

His mouth gaped. "I'm only six years older than you, and I've never touched a minor. That's not funny."

"I know. I promised Gina you would make us one of your smoothies after class tomorrow. Don't mess this up for me."

"If you pay for the smoothies for once, I promise not to be interested in her," he teased.

"My membership comes with free smoothies."

"Your membership is free."

"The best kind." She smiled and stood. "I'm going to watch TV. Want to join me?"

"No, I have a few things to do."

Sydney frowned. "You, London, and Rome work too hard. I thought when you hired Hulk, he would lessen your workload."

"He's helping where he can, but he can't do the office work."

"Will Hulk be at work tomorrow?"

"Yes, why?"

She grinned. "No reason."

Rio's stomach knotted. "You're not interested in him, are you?"

Cash Lawson, who insisted that everyone call him Hulk for his bulked-up body build, was a decent guy, but he was way too into his fitness regimen for a serious relationship. Cash only did flings. Rio didn't want his sister getting mixed up with him.

"He's cute," she said.

"He's off-limits."

"Why?"

"He's my employee. They are off-limits."

"Was that policy instated before or after Claudette?"

"After."

She laughed. "Okay, but I'm not an employee."

"Please, don't do this to me. I'm under enough stress."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as if scrutinizing him. "Fine, but I'm introducing Gina to him then."

"Be my guest." If Gina wanted him, Gina could have him. As long as it wasn't Sydney.

Sydney tsked. "Just make sure you keep your promise. Hands off Gina. I'm tired of scolding the four of you."

She gave a weary sigh and walked away, leaving Rio peacefully alone. Only, he wasn't that peaceful. He had new equipment coming to the gym, his finances were a disaster, his mother was on her way to cause more chaos, and the pet project he had been working on wasn't quite right. What he needed to do was get to work, but all he wanted to do was sleep in his own bed for once. Having a warm body with equally warm toes next to him would be an added bonus. But since he'd opened the gym six months ago, he had been funneling all of his energy into making it a success. Everything and everyone else had to wait.

Chapter 3

Gina brought her gym bag to work the next day and stowed it under her desk. She didn't think her boss would question it since she did work at a gym, after all. But she also didn't want to explain to Gordon why she then wasn't using her gym clothes at Fitness Earth.

"Good morning, Gina," Gordon said as he walked through her office door.

Her boss must have just used the tanning bed, because his face was pink and the skin surrounding his eyes was white.

"Good morning," she returned the greeting.

"Do we have the numbers for the Birchwood branch yet?"

"No, their computers keep going down. They haven't had a chance to upload their numbers yet. I think they have a backlog of memberships to add in."

He sighed and tugged the collar of his company polo shirt like he always did when there were complications. The bright-green uniform shirt's snug fit highlighted his round belly. With that and his pink face, he reminded her of a watermelon. She wondered if she resembled one too. Gina glanced down at her green uniform polo and tan pants.

"Well, let me know as soon as the numbers come in. I have plans to open two more gyms, but I need those numbers first."

"Okay," she said, hoping he would add ten more. Once he reached thirty gyms he had said he would give her a raise. She really needed one.

"Have you ever thought about adding classes?" she asked.

"No. Fitness Earth serves a specific market. Our customers just want a gym for a low-cost membership. People who want more will pay more and go elsewhere. It keeps our overhead down and a steady stream of income. But what I would love is to have a new piece of equipment. One that is patented by us. It could really be a cash cow if I could find the right one."

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering."

He gave a nod but was distracted by a person passing by the door. "I'll talk to you later. I told Melanie I would help her with reps today."

With four ex-wives and six children, Gina didn't think Gordon should go looking for wife number five. But he hurried out the door after Melanie.

Briefly, she wondered why Melanie had chosen to come to Fitness Earth. She would fit in much better at Rhythm and Body with her toned body, tight outfits, and gravity-defying hair.

Gina nudged her gym bag, contemplating the contents. One sweatshirt and one ratty pair of sweatpants. Rhythm and Body was just a gym. So what if she looked a little frumpy compared to everybody else? Who cared?

She did.

If Gina worked hard for the next couple of hours she could take an extended lunch and shop for decent gym clothes. They might not be as tight and showy as some of the other women were wearing, but they could be better than her two-sizes-too-big sweats.

With her mission in mind, she dove into work.

* * *

Rio poked around in the finance software he had purchased months ago. It was supposed to be easy, but numbers had never been simple for him. He was hoping to at least clean the books up a little before an accountant took over. It was embarrassing.

It took all of his resolve to focus on the never-ending task instead of working on his pet project. He glanced at the battered notebook resting on the corner of his desk. "Project Ideas" was scribbled on the red cover. He thought best while working with pen and paper. Tomorrow he would work on it. Today, number crunching.

People in his gym normally groaned about ab crunches. Not him. He'd rather do a thousand ab crunches than number crunches that would tell him how horrible his finances were.

Sydney popped into his office. Was she already out of work? Rio glanced at the clock in dismay. How did an entire day fly by?

"Don't forget you're on smoothie duty," she said. "I bragged you were the best. Don't let me down."

"After that statement, I'd be surprised if I didn't let you down."

"Is Hulk here?"

"In the weight room." Hulk was always in the weight room.

"He's doing the obstacle course training tonight, right?"

Rio stared at the screen, losing interest in the conversation. He was sure the program had switched to Greek formatting. How was it possible for it to get even more confusing?

"Rio!"

"What?"

"Will he be in training?"

"Yes."

"Excellent."

Rio zeroed in on her. "No dating my staff."

She waved off his concerns. "Not for me. For Gina, remember?"

Rio hoped Gina was smarter than to date Hulk, but he kept his mouth shut. The last thing he needed was a debate with Sydney. She was so skilled at arguing, she could beat him on subjects she knew nothing about.

Sydney grinned right before she disappeared, making him more than a little nervous.

Rio tried to return his focus to accounting but then gave up and shut down his computer. Sometimes it was better to know your limitations and surrender.

He decided a better use of his time would be to make sure the gym ran smoothly and that his members were happy. Everything else would fall into place.

* * *

Gina's heavy winter coat covered her uniform top as she walked into Rhythm and Body. She didn't think it would be professional for a Fitness Earth employee to use a competitor's gym. She should have just gone home to change. Next time, she would. It was too late now.

"Gina!"

She looked over to find Sydney walking toward her with a friendly smile.

"Ready for belly dancing?" Sydney asked.

"I just have to change."

"You have time," she said, walking companionably next to Gina.

Gina stopped at the desk to sign in under the trial membership and then followed the sign to the locker rooms. Gina wished she had had time yesterday for a tour, but she assumed Sydney would let her know if she was going the wrong way.

"I just reminded Rio that he's making us smoothies after class."

Sydney must be quite familiar with Rio. Gina didn't want to pry, so she didn't ask.

As soon as they reached the locker room door, Gina said, "I'll just be a minute. I can meet you in the studio."

But Sydney followed her in, talking about someone named Hulk and how they'd have to check him out in the obstacle training after class.

Gina found a locker and was about to take off her coat when she remembered her uniform shirt. She didn't think Sydney would notice. She was too busy talking about the size of Hulk's biceps.

But as soon as Gina hung up her coat, Sydney stopped. "Oh, you work for Fitness Earth?"

Gina silently groaned. "Yes, but there is nothing wrong with the gym," she hurried to explain. "I just wanted to take classes, which they don't offer."

Sydney nodded as if she understood. "Do you work at the front desk?"

"I'm the accountant."

"Really?" Sydney seemed surprised but then asked, "Are you happy there?"

Gina shrugged. "It's a job. The benefits aren't the greatest, and the pay is average."

"You should work here. Then you'd get your membership for free."

"I don't think I'd fit in here. Have you seen the employees and members?"

"What about them?"

"Let's just say I wouldn't fit in and leave it at that." Gina didn't want to offend anyone, especially since Sydney was friends with a few of them.

Sydney shrugged and walked over to the mirror. She put her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and pulled out a few wisps of locks to frame her heart-shaped face.

With Sydney distracted, Gina hurried to change. She had never been comfortable undressing in a locker room. She tossed her clothes into the locker and tugged out her new purchases, popping price tags off as she pulled them on. They were a little tighter than what she preferred but still not as showy as some of the outfits she had seen here.

Sydney turned around just as Gina yanked her shirt down. "Cute outfit. Is it new?"

"Yes, I bought it at lunch."

"It suits you. Brings out the green in your eyes."

That was amazing. Normally her eyes ranged from rotten olive to mud brown. But she took the compliment and said, "Thank you. We better hurry or we'll be late."

By the time they reached the studio, Claudette had already turned on the music. She wore a traditional belly dancing outfit again, this time with delicate metal chains that dangled and jingled. Her bosom was pressed up and held together by a red bustier that jingled as well. Six inches of amazing abs could be seen as her flowing pants only reached her hips. If Gina could swap her body with anyone in the world, Claudette would be at the top of the list.

"We're going to focus on our core," Claudette said to the class.

Gina stood next to Sydney, following Claudette as she led the warm-up. Gina wasn't sure why she looked up at the observation window, but she did. The same man who had stood there last night was in the window again. This time, he wasn't watching Claudette. He looked directly at Gina. He frowned and then turned his back to the window as a giant stepped next to him.

"That's Hulk," Sydney whispered.

Gina assumed she meant the big guy. "Who's the other guy?"

Sydney grinned. "Rio."

"Does he always frown at people, or just me?"

"He frowned at you?"

"Yesterday and now again today."

"That's odd. He's normally really nice unless you happen to be related to him. I'll talk to him."

"Please don't," Gina said. "I don't want to make an issue out of nothing. Let's just forget it. And the smoothies."

There was no way she wanted the frowning man to make her anything. And the entirely pathetic part was that if he had smiled at her, she knew her knees would have puddled at her feet.

She was not some swooning female, and yet the way his dark eyes had rested on her felt nearly magical. However, his frown dashed that feeling away. She hated making a fool out of herself, and she was certain many women had made fools of themselves just to get a smile from Rio.

* * *

Rio tried to pay attention to Hulk as he rambled about reps and a new muscle he'd discovered. But Rio's attention kept veering to Gina. At least he assumed it was Gina by the way Sydney kept whispering to her in class. He didn't know why he was staring at her. At first he had looked down at the class as he thought about ways to improve the studio, and then he noticed Gina stretching. Her reach was limited, making him suspect she had an office job. Then he noticed the way she tilted her neck, her chestnut hair swaying around her. She smiled at Sydney, her eyes lighting. And then she looked up at him and . . .

And she was a client and he was the owner. It wasn't an option.

"Here," Hulk said, taking Rio's hand and placing it on his bicep. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Rio dropped his hand.

"The muscle. Do you think it's new? Maybe I can get in the world records or a medical journal."

"Probably neither," Rio said, heading to the café.

Hulk followed behind. "Hey, I think I got a new program ready for obstacles tonight. Want to go through it with me first?"

Rio glanced at the clock. "Yeah, I have time."

"Want to make it interesting?"

"Let me see you run it first."

"That's chicken."

"How interesting?"

"I saw Sydney's new friend. If I run the fastest time, I get dibs."

Dibs on a girl? Was this high school? But since Sydney wanted to set Hulk up with Gina, and Hulk would run the course faster because he had probably already run it a dozen times to get it right, Rio would lose no matter what. And that was fine with him.

"Deal."

Hulk smiled and snapped on his signature green sweatband. "That's what I'm talking about!" He charged down the hall toward the obstacle course.

Rio followed behind, glancing out the window at the studio. His gaze rested on Gina as she swirled her hips in a figure eight. Claudette had mastered the move, her movements sharp and accentuated; but there was something about the way Gina moved, soft and fluid, that made him want to beat the crap out of Hulk.
Chapter 4

After the belly dancing class, Gina followed Sydney to the café where Rio was supposed to make them smoothies. Gina had tried to back out of it, but she was quickly coming to discover Sydney didn't take no for an answer.

"Where's Rio?" Sydney asked the café employee.

"I think he might have gone somewhere with Hulk," the girl said.

Sydney sighed and turned to Gina. "Ten to one they are in the obstacle course. Let's go find them."

Gina just wanted to collapse after the brutal workout. Plus, she really didn't want to see Rio.

However, Sydney was already walking down a hallway that led to a catwalk. Gina followed and looked down over a monstrous course filled with tires, netting, ropes, climbing walls, and many other obstacles that would have stopped her within the first ten seconds.

Sydney pointed down a vertical wall that had a slight bend in it. "There he is."

Gina watched as Rio ran up the wall, grasping the bar at the top and pulling himself up as if it was as easy as walking down the street.

Rio grinned down at Hulk, who crossed his arms. "Best two out of three?"

"You beat Hulk?" Sydney called down.

Rio glanced up and winced. "Yes, but Hulk has two more tries."

"I don't think so," Sydney said. "You promised us smoothies."

"He's busy," Gina said, trying to shoo Sydney back the way they came. "I don't need one, really."

"No, it's okay," Rio said, and then he dropped down off the wall. "If I don't make them, she'll hound me at home."

Home? Were they a couple? Gina was so confused.

Rio walked to the staircase and jogged up. When he was close, Sydney said, "This is Rio, my brother. Rio, this is Gina. And stop frowning at her," she said, swatting his arm.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, glancing between Sydney and Gina.

"You were up in the window during class, frowning."

Gina was mortified.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I must have been thinking about something."

Gina gave a polite nod.

"Probably paperwork," Sydney said, turning to Rio with a smile. "Gina is an accountant."

"Happily employed?" he questioned.

Gina shrugged. She didn't hate her job, but she wasn't happy either. She wanted more from her work, not just a paycheck. But she didn't think Rhythm and Body would give her what she was searching for either. "I'm content for now."

"Would you be interested in taking on extra work until I can hire an accountant?" Rio asked.

Did this conversation just turn into an interview? She was only here to get rid of her love handles and drink a smoothie.

However, the way he was looking at her shot a spark through her. It was almost as if she had something he wanted and he would do anything to get it. With those dark, sinful eyes and his toned body, her imagination was quite naughty.

"You can talk about it over smoothies," Sydney said, pulling Rio along with her.

Gina followed them, wondering just how much sway Sydney had over her brother. She was afraid for his sake it was a lot.

* * *

Rio sat across from Gina at a tall café table. There were three smoothies on the table, but Sydney had excused herself and never returned. He was suspicious that it either had to do with her trying to hook him up with Gina, professionally or otherwise, or she'd gone in search of Hulk.

However, if Sydney wanted to stalk Hulk, she could do so nearly anytime she wanted. Why now?

Rio was certainly not blind to Gina. At first glance there was nothing remarkable about her. Brown hair, hazel eyes, average height, average weight. But sitting across from her, he noticed more. Her smile, her hands as she held the cup, the way she sucked on the straw.

He averted his eyes. She was a member of the gym and would possibly help him with his finances if he made it worth her while. She was off-limits. Plus, he had made a promise to Sydney that he wouldn't date any of her friends.

"It doesn't look like Sydney is coming back," Rio said.

"I think you're right." She glanced nervously at the green smoothie, and then at him. "If you need to work, please feel free."

He should be working, and yet he didn't want to. He was oddly content to sit here with her. "Work will always be around later."

"Thank you for the smoothie. I wasn't expecting it to be free—or green." She smiled. "It's very good despite its color."

"Swamp green?"

She laughed. "An unfortunate color."

He liked the way she laughed. The sound of it didn't grate at him. It was smooth and rich. Her eyes crinkled at the corners.

"How many smoothies would it take to make you want to be an accountant here?"

She raised her gaze to his. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I'm not asking you to quit your job or anything . . . unless you want to. But I need help until I can hire someone. And, really, I might need help figuring out who to hire. I'm willing to work around your schedule."

She looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, "What kind of accounting software are you using?"

"It's an added feature of the gym software I use for memberships."

"I think I know which one you're talking about. I work full-time at my other job, so it would have to be after work."

"Before or after is fine with me."

"Definitely after. I don't function in early mornings."

"A sleepyhead?"

"You have no idea."

And yet, he did. A vision of her smacked him. She would be buried under covers, her hair a jumbled mess on the pillow. Her legs tangled with his.

Rio shifted uncomfortably. He knew having her work with him was a bad idea, and yet, he needed the help. He was desperate.

"When can you start?" he asked.

"Tomorrow night, if you want."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you." He stood. "Just come to the office and we can start right away. Feel free to use the gym before or after. I'll comp your membership for as long as you can work."

When she agreed, he said his farewell and, with a lighter step, he returned to his office. Gina was exactly the person he needed. Just knowing she'd start tomorrow immediately took away some of the pressure he had been feeling.

Rio grabbed the notebook from his desk and let the staff know Hulk would be closing up for the night. Rio walked home, ready to focus on something that made him happy. But when he arrived home, he knew whatever happiness he would have found scribbling in his notebook was dashed. London stood just inside the entryway with his hands on his hips and thunder on his brow.

Evelyn stood just outside of London's reach.

Mother had arrived early.

"She said you invited her," London accused, not caring if his mother heard him.

Her calm demeanor never shifted. She acted as if she didn't hear the venom in his tone.

"Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Rio asked London, hoping they wouldn't have to have a major row in front of their mother.

"Seems like you should have talked to me a long time ago," London said, his dark eyes turning to steel.

Rio understood why London was upset. He didn't blame him at all. "I know you and Rome don't want to see her, but Eddy and Sydney might."

London stared at him as if he wanted to strangle him. "Eddy and Sydney? Did you ask them or just assume they give a damn about a woman who abandoned them?"

Rio slid a nervous glance between London and their mother.

"Why don't I find you a hotel room?" Rio said to her. "We can sort everything out tomorrow. When we are calm." He shot London a look.

London tossed up his arms in disgust. "Just get her out of my home." He stormed away and most likely went back to his office to brood.

"You're early," Rio said to her

"I'm sorry," she said, smoothing her tailored coat with fur lining. Her blonde hair was striking against the black fabric.

Rio gave a nod and proceeded to the alcohol. Another cheat day would be okay, he thought. "Would you like anything to drink?"

She shook her head. "London was upset," she said with a sigh.

"Do you blame him?"

"No, I just thought he would have forgiven me by now."

Rio hadn't seen Evelyn for three years. She had attended Sydney's college graduation and left on the next flight. The time before that was three years and again three years before that. She had a habit of swooping in every three years like clockwork. She'd disrupt their lives and London's sanity, then take off again to find her next paying customer.

Evelyn was their family's dirty secret.

London, Rome, Rio, Edinburg, and Sydney were all hazards of her line of work, named after where they were conceived. They were born and then shipped off to Evelyn's parents, complete with dual citizenship.

There were many years he hated her, but now he just felt indifferent. She was an acquaintance more than a mother. And as an acquaintance, he would tolerate her.

"Would London be okay if I stayed in Chicago for a while?" she asked.

"Do you care?"

"Of course I care. You know I tried to come back when your grandparents died. London said he didn't need me."

"He was sixteen. Of course he needed you. He dropped out of school to work so we could all stay together."

Rio remembered those days. London did his best to make them happy and keep them fed. But how could he when he had a minimum wage job cooking pizza?

London raised them and took care of them without hesitation. He could have ditched them to finish school. They would have been split up into different foster homes. But London kept them together. And even now, they still resided in the same home. Suddenly, guilt twisted Rio's stomach.

"We should find you a hotel."

"It's okay. I'm staying with a client. But I do want to see the others. Can we have lunch tomorrow?"

"How about lunch on Saturday? That's only a few days away. Then I can round everyone up. I have no idea where Eddy has disappeared to."

"Okay, Saturday would be fine."

When she left, Rio took a fortifying drink and then rode the elevator down to London's office. He found London at his desk.

"I'm sorry," Rio said. "She called me yesterday and said she was coming. I thought I had time to figure something out."

London glanced up from his computer. "What would you have figured out?"

"I don't know." Rio dropped into a chair across from him, his large mahogany desk a barrier between them. "I know you and Rome had it worse than Eddy and Sydney. I just thought they might want to see her."

London stared at him for a minute, his hard gaze assessing. Rio was used to sitting here under London's watchful gaze. Now that Rio was thirty, he felt annoyed with always being on the opposite side of the desk.

"What do you want?" London asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to see her?"

Rio thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Not necessarily. But she's in town."

"And that's a good enough reason to see her?"

"Not if it upsets you." Rio's loyalty would always be with his brother.

"The only thing that upsets me is finding her at our home with no warning."

"I'm sorry. I should have said something right away."

London gave a slight nod, accepting his apology. "Where is she now?"

It was always "she" or "her," never anything else unless it was a curse. The rest of the siblings called her Evelyn.

"At a hotel."

"Client's?"

Rio nodded.

London muttered a curse. "Just make sure she doesn't come back here. I have a business to run. I won't have a whore screwing it up."

And just like that, Rio felt the acid rise in his stomach. They all knew what she did for a living. Evelyn was a high-priced escort who never let borders get in her way. But it was so much better when they used to pretend she was a flight attendant who was off on a grand adventure and never came home. At least that's what their friends thought.

"I'm meeting her for lunch on Saturday," Rio said, standing to leave. "She'll be gone after that."

"Fine. You can tell Eddy and Sydney, if you want. Don't bother Rome. I sent him to Miami to bid on our next project."

Miami's warmth sounded like heaven after the icy front that had recently blasted through Chicago.

"When is he coming back?"

"A week or so."

London's executive assistant knocked on the open door. "I'm leaving for the night."

"Thank you, Bethany. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." She was about to leave and then stopped. "Rio, take your brother home. He doesn't know when to quit."

Rio smiled. "He won't listen to me. He needs a wife."

She laughed. "If you find the right woman, you send her to me immediately."

London stared at them, expressionless. "Both of you go home."

Rio chuckled and followed Bethany out the door, leaving London to work.

"I'm serious," Bethany said when they were standing at the elevator. "Find him a girl."

"What about you?" Rio asked with all seriousness. Bethany knew all of London's faults and yet she still stuck with him. She was pretty with her dark-blonde hair and intelligent eyes.

She held up her left hand to show him an engagement ring.

"When did this happen?" Rio asked.

"Last week."

"Congratulations," he said.

"Thank you. Now, if you really want to help, get your brother a girl so I can take some time off for my honeymoon."

Rio smiled. "I'll do my best."

But he already knew it would never happen. While Rio knew London didn't live like a monk, he was fairly certain that London was married to his job. He had worked for so long and so hard that when it was time to ease up, he didn't know how. London was the product of Evelyn's neglect.
Chapter 5

Gina tried to focus at work, but it was difficult. Every time she moved, her muscles spasmed and ached, reminding her of Rio's gym.

Something about Rio flummoxed her. He obviously didn't like her a whole lot since he kept frowning at her. All he needed was her accounting skills. Still, when he looked at her, she felt something.

"Gina," Gordon said as he walked into her office, "are the reports in from Birchwood?"

"Not yet."

His forehead wrinkled as it often did when dealing with accounts. "I might need to send you over there to get to the bottom of this. I need those numbers."

Gina glanced at the clock. "It's four o'clock now. If they don't get their numbers to me by the end of the day, then I can go in the morning."

"I'll call them and let them know. Maybe it'll light a fire under them."

Gina hoped so. She didn't want to trek across the county for one gym that couldn't get their system running. She was already behind schedule, which was her fault entirely. Had she been focused on her work and not Rio or her aching muscles that only served to remind her again of Rio, she would have had all of her numbers in and could leave for the day. She had hoped to have time to freshen up at home, grab a bite to eat, and then go help Rio with his accounting.

But no. Now she would be stuck here until her appointment with Rio. No freshening up. No dinner.

Gina grumbled through her work for another hour until it was time to leave.

On her way out, she waved to the front desk staff, letting them know they were on their own.

On her way to Rhythm and Body, she realized she had no choice but to go home and change out of her uniform polo shirt. She doubted Rio would appreciate members seeing a competitor working in the office.

Gina walked down the road lined with darling clothes shops she rarely looked in. She never needed clothes for work and hardly ever dated. She had tried online dating for a bit but found it wasn't for her. Sure, there was the saying that you needed to kiss a few frogs before you found your prince, but the online swamp had too many frogs.

Gina yanked her coat tight as a blast of chilly wind nearly knocked her breath from her. She huddled into the fabric and hurried down the road. The icy wind whipped through her. Thankfully, she warmed again as she raced up three flights of stairs to her apartment. Short of breath, she leaned against the door as she unlocked it.

"Is that you, Gina?" a shaky voice called from down the hall.

"Yes, Mrs. Treglown."

The fragile older woman walked toward Gina in a pink housecoat and bunny slippers. One of the ears flopped with every step she took.

"How are you?"

"Really good, but I'm running late," Gina said. The woman was a sweetheart, but she tended to prattle on about the weather a bit too long. Still, Gina did stop and have tea with Mrs. Treglown when her schedule allowed it. "I picked up extra work, so I have to change and head out again."

"At this time of night?"

Gina didn't think five o'clock was that late, but it was dark enough that it could feel like midnight.

"It's only temporary," Gina said. "I'm hoping to make enough money to take a vacation."

"Doesn't that sound nice? Well, don't let me keep you. I'll see you later."

"Bye," Gina said, ducking inside her apartment.

Gina raced to her bedroom and tossed off her uniform top and replaced it with a . . . sweater? No, a blouse. No. She scanned her closet. Why was picking out a top causing her to be so indecisive?

She didn't need an answer. Gina already knew it was because of Rio. It was idiotic, really. Sure, he was handsome and had an amazing smile when he stopped frowning at her. But what did he care what she wore? And for that matter, what did she care what he thought?

Picking up the original sweater, she tugged it on, causing her hair to frizz from the static. Instead of futzing with her hair, she pulled it back into a ponytail, snapping the hair band in place. If nothing else, she would be warm and comfortable in the sweater. Gina knew she couldn't compete with any of the hard-abbed girls at the gym. As it was, her muscles were screaming from belly dancing class.

* * *

Rio cleaned off his desk while he waited for Gina. He would eventually have to find a space for the new accountant, but until then, Gina could use his. Rio took his project notebook and placed it on the shelf behind the desk.

His office wasn't nearly as impressive as London's. London only purchased the best-quality furniture. Rio suspected it was to make up for the years they had worn, used furniture.

While Rio didn't spare expense in the gym or on staff salaries, he did in his office. He hoped Gina wouldn't mind. The chair was a Pilates ball. The desk was a repurposed glass door. The only items purchased for his office were the laptop and the printer. He had thought that by having a laptop, he could take it home and work. Or even use it for his ideas instead of his notebook. But it had never once moved from its spot on the desk. Not even to the old leather couch sitting off to the side.

He tried not to compare himself to London, but it was hard not to. Rio felt inadequate as a business owner. Having Gina here would expose that truth even more. He would give nearly anything to be somewhere else when she realized what a screw-up he was; he didn't want to see her reaction.

Tammy peeked in and announced Gina had arrived.

"Bring her in," Rio said with a lot more confidence than he felt.

Gina walked in moments later, unwrapping her scarf from her neck.

"Is it cold out?" he asked, feeling stupid for asking the obvious.

"It dropped to five degrees." She shivered as she took off her coat. "I think it'll drop another ten degrees by midnight."

"At least you thought to wear a sweater," he said, gesturing to his own lack of winter wear.

While he was at the gym, he always either wore workout clothes or the staff uniform. He liked working on the floor, helping his members get the best result from their workout. Sometimes he tagged in when a basketball game needed an extra. Sometimes he was a spotter. And sometimes he just liked to jump in and have a run on the obstacle course.

He didn't want to sit behind a desk. He wanted to make sure members got more than what they paid for.

"So, what would you like me to start on?" Gina asked.

He pointed to a large box in the corner filled with old invoices and receipts. If she ran screaming out the door, he wouldn't blame her.

"Taxes are coming up," he said. "I purchased the accounting software, thinking I could use it. Turns out, I have no idea what I'm doing."

"What's in the box?" she asked hesitantly.

"Receipts, paid invoices, staff payments, and whatever else I didn't know what to do with."

She nudged the box with her toe, but the heavy thing didn't budge. "How long have you been collecting these papers?"

"Since we opened."

"How long ago was that?"

"Only six months, but there's stuff in there from construction about eight months ago," he admitted.

Her mouth opened slightly then closed. "You want me to do eight months' worth of accounting?"

"Yes. No. Just help me until I can find a full-time person."

She gave a tentative nod that didn't reassure him. But instead of running, she bent down and opened the box. Her ponytail hung over her shoulder, grazing her cheek.

After a minute of digging through the box, she straightened, looking him in the eyes with determination. He thought for sure that meant she was working up her courage to say no, but instead, she asked, "Where will I be working?"

"Here," he said, gesturing to the workspace.

She glanced at the Pilates ball.

"I can buy a chair tomorrow if you prefer it."

She shook her head. "No, I'm sure I'll be fine. Show me your accounting software."

He opened the laptop, waking it. "The icon is right here." He maneuvered the mouse and double-clicked.

"Oh, okay," she said, taking over the computer. Her hand nudged his, and he backed away. "I know this software."

He let out a breath of relief. "Do you think it will take a long time to sort this out?"

"Let me see," she said, scrolling through menu options. She glanced at the ball and sat gingerly on it, wincing.

"Are you okay?"

"Just a little sore from yesterday," she admitted. "Claudette is a really good instructor, but I don't think I'll be able to tie my shoes for a week."

He smiled. "I found her at a club on the other side of town. I knew she'd be great. I think she still dances for the club on weekends. You should check her out."

"What kind of club?" Gina asked warily.

"Not a strip club, if that's where your mind went," he said, laughing when her cheeks flushed. "It's an old supper club, and they rotate through different types of entertainment."

"Oh."

"Why don't I take you tomorrow night? As a thank you," he added.

Rio hadn't thought to take Gina out for dinner, but since he said it, he couldn't take it back. Plus, she was helping him. He should thank her in some way beyond payment. They never did speak about how much it would cost for her to do the accounting, but he was desperate, and she seemed honest enough to not gouge him.

"There you are!" Sydney said, whipping into the office, ignoring him and looking at Gina. "You weren't in class."

"I promised to help Rio," Gina said. "And, I hate to admit it, but I'm sore."

Sydney nodded. "I was sore for the first week."

"Did you need something?" Rio asked, trying to shoo Sydney from the office.

"I heard about Saturday," she said, eyeing him.

"Are you in or out?" he asked, knowing she wanted nothing to do with their mother.

"Will you be mad at me if I'm out?"

"Not at all. What about Eddy?"

She shook her head. "Sorry."

He inwardly groaned. He would have to eat lunch with Evelyn alone. "Don't worry. It's my own fault for answering the phone."

"How angry was London?"

"Nearly bit off my head, but I smoothed it over."

Sydney glanced between him and Gina. "Well, I better get going."

"I'm switching the obstacle course tomorrow," he said. "Come back and try it."

"Only if Gina tries it too."

Startled, Gina looked at Sydney. "I wouldn't make it past the first obstacle."

"That's okay," Sydney said. "I cheat. Hulk helps me through most of it. I'm sure he'll help you too."

"I . . . maybe."

"Perfect."

"Sydney thinks all maybes mean yes," Rio warned.

"I'll try," Gina caved.

"Great, then I'll see you tomorrow," Sydney said. Then she turned to Rio. "Where's Hulk?"

"Basketball court. Don't bother him."

"When have I ever been a bother?"

Before he could answer, she was gone.

"I think she likes Hulk," Gina said.

"Unfortunately, the rest of the female population likes him too."

He shouldn't have said that. He tried to never complain about his staff. Hulk was a decent guy and a great employee. He had been Rio's best friend for years. But how many times did he have to remind Hulk he couldn't date staff or clients?

Gina eyes were focused on the laptop screen. "Rio . . ."

He stepped closer to look at the screen too.

"Where is your chart of accounts?" she asked.

"Do I need one?"

"Yes. It needs to be established before I start."

"Oh." He felt completely foolish.

"It's okay. We can add one. Do you want me to do it, or would you like to think about it?"

"Go ahead and do it whichever way you think is best."

"Rio," Tammy said, popping into the office. "A treadmill belt slipped."

"I'll be right there." Rio looked at Gina. "Will you be okay to start, or do you need more information?"

"I can find you if I have any questions."

He hoped she didn't have any. He was an idiot when it came to accounting.

Chapter 6

Gina created piles. Bank statements in one. Receipts and invoices in another. Income in a third. The stacks were overwhelmingly high. She wasn't sure she'd get through it all before Rio hired someone else, but she could at least organize it and create the chart of accounts, vendor lists, and income streams. He definitely didn't need a fulltime accountant. A part-time one would do.

Rio seemed capable of efficiently managing the gym, but office work wasn't his strength. He'd nearly bolted when Tammy came in and asked him for help.

Gina had never answered him about the invitation to the supper club. Sydney had interrupted their conversation. She wasn't sure what her answer would have been, but he never brought it up again. That was fine with her. She didn't want him to feel obligated.

As it was, he was giving off multiple mixed signals. It made Gina's head spin. First the frowning, then offering her temporary work, then offering to take her to a supper club, then running off the first chance he got.

An hour into working, her stomach protested her skipped dinner. She couldn't remember if the café had food or if it was all smoothies and juices. She stood with a stretch and dug out money from her purse. While she could probably stand to miss a meal, she was no martyr. Gina navigated her way to the café, watching dedicated gym enthusiasts sweating on equipment.

When she reached the café, she was disappointed to find that there was no food. Well, nothing that would stop her stomach from yelling at her. Since she didn't want to trek out into the freezing cold, she ordered a smoothie with a protein boost. On her return to the office with her liquid dinner, Gina bumped into Claudette exiting the locker room.

Claudette was dressed in jeans and a casual top. Even in her regular clothes, Claudette was still stunning. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, made even darker by the makeup she wore. It was a seductive look that Gina would never be able to pull off.

"I didn't see you in class today," Claudette said, shifting her gym bag.

"I'm a little sore, so I'm just working in the office tonight."

"Oh, I didn't know you worked here."

"I'm helping until Rio can hire an accountant."

"Will you be in class tomorrow? It's good to keep building your muscles and core."

"I might be. It depends on if I can get out of work on time," Gina said and then switched the subject. "Rio said you dance at a supper club on the other side of town."

She nodded. "He convinced me to teach classes here. But I still like to perform. How long do you think you'll work here?"

"Maybe a couple of weeks."

"Well, come to class tomorrow whether you're sore or not. We'll work through the discomfort. I promise you'll feel better."

That didn't sound pleasant, but Gina nodded anyway. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Claudette smiled and headed toward the front door. On her way out, Rio passed by. She said something to him, which made him look at Gina. An odd expression passed over his face. Claudette gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. Confused at the exchange, Gina walked into the office and eased down on the ball.

The ball was a menace, threatening to shoot out from under her.

Rio had followed her in and glanced at the smoothie on the desk. "You didn't pay for that, did you?"

"Of course. I don't make a habit of stealing."

"I would have made it for you for free."

She smiled. "Thank you. Maybe next time. I was so hungry I wouldn't have been able to wait anyway."

"Didn't you eat dinner?"

"No, I was running late. My own fault."

"What do you want? I'll go get it for you."

"I'll be fine with the smoothie."

"I haven't had dinner either. I'll go get us both something. What would you like?"

Gina contemplated. It would be nice to eat, but she still felt uncomfortable with him.

"I'm going to bring back dinner for you," he insisted when she didn't answer. "You might as well tell me what you want so you'll at least like it."

"Okay," she said, surrendering with a small laugh. "I could go for a sandwich, or Chinese, or a salad piled high with all the naughty stuff."

"Naughty stuff?" He laughed. "Do you mean cheese?"

"Oh, that would only be the beginning. Meat, croutons, creamy dressing."

He nodded and said, "Okay, I think I know what to get. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Thank you. That's really nice of you."

"You're doing me a huge favor. The least I can do is keep you fed."

When he grabbed his coat and left, Gina dug into the paper piles as she reflected on Rio. She could tell he cared for his employees. She hoped the gym would thrive for his sake and theirs. However, a majority of businesses closed within the first year. He would need a skilled person to make sure he kept on top of his finances.

A small part of her wanted that person to be her.

* * *

It was eight o'clock at night when Rio glanced up from his notebook and noticed Gina was stretching, arching her back. While it did marvelous things to emphasize her already ample chest, he also realized it was a sign of desk fatigue.

"Why don't we hit the obstacle course?" he suggested, flipping his notebook closed and setting it on the desk.

Amazingly, tonight he had drafted more sketches on his pet project than he had in months. It was nice sitting in the office with Gina while they worked together. At first, he stayed to eat dinner with her and then remained in the office in case she had any questions. But once he began scribbling in his notebook, he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

He stood, thinking he could do with a bit of movement as well.

Gina glanced at him warily.

"I promise you can do all of the easy stuff," he said.

"What you think qualifies as easy would probably be hard for me."

"You won't know until you try," he said, holding out his hand then wondering why he had. He never held hands with staff. As soon as she touched him, his skin lit up like a Christmas tree. She pulled away abruptly, and he wondered if she'd felt it too.

They walked to the course in silence. Only one other person was in the room, and he was focusing on the salmon ladder, which took all upper-body strength. Rio stepped over to the balancing swings, which were more about keeping your core aligned instead of strength.

"I will fall on my face," she said, looking at the bars that had no support.

"Okay, how about the rock-climbing wall?"

"Do you have anything a five-year-old could do?"

He wouldn't tell her that there were plenty of five-year-old kids that could run this obstacle course. But he kept quiet, knowing not everyone was comfortable with the activities.

"Why don't you look around and see if you spot anything that you want to try," he suggested.

Gina scanned the room. She pointed to a section of tires that were bolted upright. "I'll try those, but you have to go first so I know what to do."

He hopped up on the first tire. They ranged in size from small all the way up to tractor enormous. "Try to jump on each one," he said. "Or you can jump on only the large ones to get there faster. It depends on if you are going for speed."

"I just want to make it to the other end alive," she said.

He chuckled then bounded over the large tires and landed on the mat at the end.

Gina stepped on the first tire, a slight wobble in her balance. He knew it might take a little time before she became comfortable with it.

"Now try the next tire," he said.

She did, flailing her arms to keep her balance. Rio was sure she would fall, but she kept going, and by the end, she hopped off without any problems. She smiled at him, making those twinkly Christmas lights he had been feeling surge as bright as spot lights. "That was fun."

"Want to try another one?"

"Sure."

He waved his hand at the course. "You pick."

"What's that?" Gina pointed up at the zip line.

"That is fun too. I'll have to harness you until you become familiar with the line. Eventually you have to jump off and land on that mat in the center. Timing can be tricky, and I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Okay." She headed for the staircase that led to the top.

If nothing else, at least she was adventurous enough to try. It made him wonder about the accountant in the lavender sweater.

Rio followed her up the stairs and grabbed the harness for her.

"Put your legs through first," he said, lowering the harness so she could step in. Her hand rested on his shoulder for balance. He clipped her into the harness. Rio held out the bar for her to hold onto. "Just hold on. It will slow down at the end so you don't crash into the wall."

She looked down over the platform. "I'm not going to fall to my death, am I?"

"No, you have the harness on. And there's enough padding down there that even if you did fall, you wouldn't hurt yourself."

She took a step forward and held onto the handles as she peered over the edge. "I think you need to push me."

"I'm not pushing you," he said, trying not to laugh. He realized heights were a problem for some people. She had to do this on her own.

"I think I liked it on the ground better."

"You don't have to do it."

She glanced at him. "Really?"

"Of course. I won't make you do anything that you don't want to. This is meant to be fun."

"Can I try again tomorrow?"

"Any day you want."

With a nod, she retreated to the safety of the platform.

* * *

After Gina's embarrassing descent off the platform, she vowed to try again. But not tonight. Her knees had become softer than mashed potatoes. However, she managed to redeem herself a little by climbing up half of the rock wall and crossing the lattice climb without falling into the foam pool.

She was starting to enjoy herself so much that when she glanced at the clock on the wall, she was shocked at how much time they had spent on the course.

Rio noticed and said, "It's getting late."

"I should head home," she said. "I have to drive to one of our branches tomorrow morning. They are having issues with the accounting software."

"You seem to be everyone's hero."

Gina looked at him, wondering if he was serious. She was surprised to find that he was. And there she was again with mixed signals. Maybe he was just being nice. Or maybe she wouldn't know a signal if it slapped her on the forehead.

They walked back to the office, the staff having already turned off the front lights and locked the door.

"Don't they tell you when they leave?" she asked, wondering if it was normal to lock their boss into a building and go home.

"It's not unusual for them to leave before me."

She nodded as if she understood, but she didn't really. Was he a workaholic? Or did he just really like to hang out in the gym?

Gina swung on her coat and wrapped the scarf around her. Rio grabbed his coat as well.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Just a few blocks away. Why?"

"I'll walk you home."

Rio wanted to walk her home?

An odd sensation wound its way through her. It felt like the beginnings of a major crush. And at her age, she shouldn't be crushing on a man. That was for teens.

"I'll be okay," she said. "But thank you for the offer."

He didn't say anything, just opened the door and held it for her. He then locked it and stuck his hands into his pockets to keep them out of the brutal air.

"Good night," Gina said, clutching her coat to her as she walked into a windstorm.

All she wanted was a warm destination vacation. Maybe she wouldn't have all the money this winter, but she would go next year for sure.

She realized Rio was walking next to her. "Do you live down this way?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay."

That was a nice happenstance. While this area of Chicago was decent, it was still a city, and there were still bad people doing bad things, especially at night. Except on nights like tonight, then crime rates went way down. No one wanted to be out in the cold.

"Did you get very far on the accounting?" he asked.

"I have the software set up with the chart of accounts and vendor list. You saw the piles that need to be entered. I can probably get through one of the piles tomorrow. Or at least halfway. You do have eight months' worth of stuff to enter."

"I know. I shouldn't have procrastinated so long. At first, I didn't think I had the money for an accountant, and then I thought I could learn."

"Did you advertise for the position?"

"Yes, but I haven't received any responses yet. Can you look at the ad tomorrow and see if there is something wrong with it? Maybe the pay is too low."

"Okay. I can tell you right now you don't need a fulltime accountant."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that. Thank you for agreeing to help me."

Gina tried not to become giddy, but it was nice to be needed and appreciated. And it was nice to walk next to Rio, their arms occasionally brushing together as they battled the wind down the road.

"I think my face is going to freeze off," Gina said after a few minutes.

"At least you brought a scarf." Rio tipped his coat collars forward only to get them slapped back by the wind.

By the time they reached her apartment building, she was sure she had frozen solid. Rio's face was red and windblown.

"Come inside to warm up," she said.

He followed her into the lobby, rubbing his hands together to warm them. "I knew it was going to turn colder, but this is ridiculous. It makes me want to head south. My brother is actually in Florida. Normally I don't envy him, but right now I do."

"I have gloves and a hat you can wear," she said, leading him up the stairs.

"Thanks. I'll give them back tomorrow."

As they reached the top of the stairs and she inserted her key, Mrs. Treglown popped out of her apartment in her standard housecoat and slippers.

"Oh," she said. "You have a gentleman caller. I'll talk to you later, Gina."

"It's okay," Gina said, hoping Rio would ignore the gentleman-caller bit. "Did you need something?"

"No, I was just saying hello."

"Maybe we can have tea this weekend and catch up."

"Okay, dear." She shuffled back into her apartment and shut the door.

When Gina opened her own door and let Rio in, she briefly wondered what his apartment looked like. Was it small like hers or large and filled with gym equipment?

She dropped her keys on the small table near the door and hung up her coat in the closet. She offered to take Rio's coat, but he declined.

"I can make hot chocolate or tea," she said.

He scanned her tiny apartment and shook his head. "I should get going."

"Then let me get you gloves and a hat. You don't have far to go, do you?"

"Not very far."

Gina pulled the hat and gloves from the closet. He took them and then scanned her apartment again. Was he looking for something?

"Thank you for the loan," he said, opening the door to leave. "I'll give them back tomorrow."

"Okay."

He hesitated for a moment and then left. She watched as he descended the stairs. When he was gone from her view, she closed the door and willed her heart to regulate.

Chapter 7

Rio spent the next day alternating between confusion and annoyance. He couldn't even pick up his notebook for two minutes without tossing it back down in frustration. He had made such progress on his pet project when Gina was working in the office with him. Why couldn't he now?

"Where's Hulk?" Sydney asked when she arrived later in the afternoon.

"I have no idea."

Hulk had been MIA for most of the day, which wasn't like him. He loved being in the gym. Five-year-olds had Disney; Hulk had the gym.

"He's not here?"

"Not that I know of." Rio would have to shift the obstacle course by himself. He never realized how Hulk's muscles came in handy until he had to move everything by himself.

"What's eating you?" Sydney asked.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing he hadn't shaved that morning.

She leaned in. "You didn't shave. Were you out late last night?"

"No, I was here with Gina, but it wasn't too late."

Her eyes widened, and he silently cursed.

She leaned in so close he could see her brain working. "You slept with Gina?"

"No." But more and more he wanted to. At first, he chalked it up to being long overdue for a casual night. But now he wasn't so sure.

Gina had somehow slipped under his radar and snuck up on him. He had made the rule about never sleeping with employees or clients. And she was both. He'd had to remind himself of that last night in her apartment.

He had wanted to stay in the small apartment with her. It was warm and cozy. An exorbitant amount of pillows were piled on the overstuffed loveseat. Thick curtains hung on the windows to keep drafts out. And there was the sweet smell of lavender, which made him want to curl up and take a nap in the pillows.

And then there was Gina, her cheeks bright pink from the wind. Her hair windblown and wild, and her sweater so invitingly warm.

He'd wanted to stay.

But he realized how badly he would have screwed things up if he hadn't left right away. And she had given him a man's gloves and hat. Was she dating someone? He had scanned the apartment for pictures or things that would indicate a man lived there, but she didn't have any in plain sight. So, why did she have these gloves and hat that were now on his desk taunting him? An ex-boyfriend? Had she been married?

Rio had no information on Gina, and it was driving him mad. All he knew was that she was an accountant, she lived close, and that she managed to make him question his sanity.

"Come on," Sydney said. "Tell me what happened between you and Gina."

"Nothing. And that's the truth," he added, knowing Sydney wouldn't believe him. "What do you know about her?"

Sydney grinned. "You like her."

"I'm just curious. She's working here, and I know nothing about her."

"Well, I can't help you. I just met her a couple of days ago. But she's a friend now, and you promised not to date my friends."

"I'm not dating her," he said.

"Or sleep with them," she added.

"I'm not."

"That includes sex, in case you were looking for a loophole."

"Go away."

"Gladly, once you tell me where you've hidden Hulk."

Rio groaned and was about to curse at Sydney when Gina knocked on the open door. She was dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that bounced on her shoulders. He was tempted to run his hand through the silky brown strands, wrapping his hand around the ponytail and tugging her hair gently back, exposing her neck to his kisses.

He silently groaned.

"Sydney, are you going to class?" Gina asked.

"Yes, I was just going to get ready," she said. "I'll meet you there."

"Okay."

When Sydney left, Gina stepped inside. "I hope you don't mind. I'll start with the accounts right after class. Well, I'll shower first."

Rio had been reining in his thoughts until she said shower. His overactive imagination conjured up all sorts of visuals that he had no business thinking.

He cleared his mind again, though it was proving more difficult each time. "Please do. I'm happy you're using the gym."

"Thanks."

She was about to turn when he stopped her. "Your gloves and hat are here," he said, pointing to his desk. "Thank you for letting me borrow them."

"No problem. You can keep them if you want. They've been sitting in my closet for long enough."

"Oh, don't you need to give them back to someone?" Damn his curiosity. But he couldn't stop. "I assume you don't wear them."

"No, I don't wear them. Keep them. They're new, and I'd rather you have them than have them sit it my closet." She smiled and trotted off.

Okay, she didn't trot off. But it felt like he was left in the lurch. As though she gave him a clue and then dangled the answer right in front of him only to snatch it away when he got too close.

So, if the items were new and didn't belong to someone, how did they get in her closet? Did she buy them for a boyfriend and then they broke up before she gave them to him?

Did he care?

Dammit. Yes, he cared, and he cursed himself ten times over for it.

* * *

Gina met Sydney in the dance studio. Gina's muscles weren't quite as sore as they were the day before, but she still felt a little stiff. Sitting in a chair all day didn't help. An hour of exercise would be good for her. And, if she were being honest, she was stalling. Gina knew all the signs well, and they all pointed to the fact that she was falling hard and way too fast for Rio. She needed to clear her head before walking into his office again.

"How are you?" Sydney asked when she took a spot on the floor next to Gina.

"Glad I'm out of work. You?"

"Same. How are you and Rio getting along?"

"Good."

"Just good?" Sydney questioned, and Gina had the feeling Sydney would make an excellent detective.

"Yes. I think so."

"Ladies," Claudette called to the group, turning on the music, "let's get started."

Claudette was pretty as usual, but it was her outfit that was truly spectacular. The black sheer fabric and jingly gold chains and charms flattered her centerfold body. Even the way she held her body upright and her fingers poised was exotic. It made Gina feel that much more inadequate as she followed Claudette through the routine.

"I think he likes you," Sydney whispered.

Gina followed through with a turn before asking, "Who?"

"Rio."

Gina wanted to ask for more information, because surely he liked her as an employee but nothing more. However, her step counting led her astray and it took a little while to get back into rhythm.

"I'm glad he likes my work," Gina finally said.

"Not your work, though I'm sure you're doing perfectly well. I meant he's interested in you. And I made it so he's bound to ask you out."

Gina lost her count again. "What? How?"

"I forbade him to ask you out. It's only a matter of time before he does."

Gina was so confused. Not only with the conversation but with the dance too. She nearly collided with another student. Gina quickly apologized.

"If you forbade him, why would he go against your wishes?"

Sydney rolled her eyes. "Because he's my brother. It's what my brothers do."

If Rio was interested in her, wouldn't he just ask her out anyway? Unless he wasn't interested and the only reason he'd ask her out would be to annoy Sydney.

Gina couldn't analyze it all right now. She had to concentrate on the dance. She was nearly successful at it until she noticed Rio standing at the window again, frowning at her. As soon as she locked gazes with him, he turned and walked away.

Rio could be many things, but interested in her was not one of them. If he actually asked her out, it was only because of Sydney's decree that he couldn't.

* * *

Rio didn't mean to spy on Gina in class. Normally, he made his rounds periodically throughout the day. And when he looked down through the observation window, meeting Gina's gaze, the only thing he could think was how hard it was going to be to keep her at a distance.

That, and her dancing was adorably atrocious. It was cute the way she was determined to follow along only to get tripped up. It made her more real, more likeable. Almost like a puppy tripping on its too-big feet and ears. He would never say that to her, but it was still endearing.

Rio wondered if she'd let him give her private lessons. While he didn't know much about belly dancing, he did know about Latin dances and body movement. He could help. But then he wouldn't be keeping his distance.

Rio headed back to the office to wait for Gina and to figure out what happened to Hulk. It was odd that Hulk hadn't come to work or called. Rio hoped he was okay.

Walking into his office, he texted Hulk.

He then cleaned off the desk for Gina and snatched his notebook. Rio plopped down on the couch and opened the book. He had the initial design for a new piece of equipment. It could easily be placed in any gym nationwide and ran off energy powered by the user. Rio was pretty sure there wasn't a machine like it in existence. It provided both weight resistance and cardio.

Now all he had to do was figure out the rest. That was the hard part. He was either going to have to make a prototype or hire a company to engineer it. While Rio loved to design, he had no knowledge of how to make it come to life. He would research that tomorrow. Until then, he would continue making modifications until it was perfect.

Time slipped by quickly, and he only looked up when Gina walked into the office freshly showered, her cheeks rosy from the workout. She wore another sweater, pink and visibly soft like cashmere. He wanted to reach out and touch it as she walked past.

"When were you hoping to get your taxes filed?" she asked, sitting gingerly on the ball.

"Next month sometime. Why?"

"Just checking. You'll need some of the reports once everything is entered."

Rio was thankful Gina was helping him. While he knew his brother London would come to his aid if asked, Rio would be mortified. He had let this go for too long, and it only proved that he wasn't good at running a business. London would never say that so bluntly. He wouldn't have to. His disappointed look would say it.

"You have about two hours to work," Rio said, checking the clock.

"Then what? Do you have to leave?" Gina questioned.

"I promised to take you to the club."

Gina pressed her lips together as if in contemplation. Did she have another date tonight? Not that tonight was a date.

"You don't have to take me out," Gina said.

Didn't she want to go? "Did you make other plans?"

She shook her head. "No, my only plans were helping you."

He was irritated when his body relaxed, relieved to know she didn't have somewhere else to go or someone else to see.

"Then help me tonight at the club. I'm always on the lookout for new instructors. And we can eat. I'm already hungry."

"Oh, okay." She turned her attention to the computer, and Rio couldn't make out her expression.

He stood, still irritated at himself. "I'll be in the equipment room if you need me."

Tossing his notebook onto the couch, he left. He would run off his pent-up frustrations and then go change into something other than workout clothes.

Rio knew he was only tempting himself and fate. He should cancel with Gina. But he didn't want to.
Chapter 8

Gina worked fast. She wanted to get as much done as she could before dinner with Rio.

Dinner with Rio.

It made no sense to her. Hadn't he been glowering at her earlier?

She would never understand men. And she vowed she would not try to understand them. Tonight, she would go and pretend it was all very natural for a ridiculously handsome man to ask her out on a business dinner. There was no point in questioning his reasoning or motives. Maybe he really did want her advice on finding a new instructor. Odd, since she was appalling at belly dancing, but who was she to question him?

Gina forced her mind back on work. She was halfway through a pile of old invoices when Rio walked in. He was freshly showered and wearing dark pants and a dark-red button-down shirt. The collar was open. The blend of his tan skin and the red shirt made her mind fuzzy.

Rio was gorgeous in his athletic clothes that he wore around the gym, but this? It was a deadly mix.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

She thought that was a dumb question. Because who wouldn't be ready to go anywhere with him?

No, she had to remember he wasn't interested in her. This was just an office outing.

Gina stacked her work into a pile and closed the laptop. "Yes," she said, standing.

She had to keep her cool. But how could she when his dark-chocolate eyes were directed at her? She thought she might faint. No, that was stupid. She would never faint. However, there was a very good chance she'd babble like an idiot. Gina would much rather faint.

"It's not far from here, but it is cold," he said. "I thought we could take a cab instead of walking."

Gina was up for a warm cab ride instead of battling the winter chill. She grabbed her coat and scarf, then followed Rio out to the entrance.

"Wait here," he said. "I'll hail a cab."

He swung his coat on and buttoned it up as he stepped outside.

That was sweet of him. He let her stay where it was warm instead of freezing together. While she was tough enough for the cold and wouldn't die of frostbite, he did make her feel special, as if they were on a real date. She would have to make sure her thoughts didn't stray down that path. Rio was just a nice guy, and that's what he would have done for his sister too.

Rio came back a moment later. "I have a taxi."

Gina followed him out into the bitter cold, the chill instantly invading her jacket, which had been nice and toasty just moments before. He opened the car door for her. She hurried in, sliding over to the other side. He sat down next to her, closed the door, and told the driver where to go.

"Next winter I'm taking a long vacation anywhere south of here," Gina said, shivering.

"Why not this winter?" he asked.

"I have to save up first," she said. "I only just bought my place, so cash is tight."

"You own your apartment?"

"Yes. They turned the building into condos. Since I was already living there, I got it for a decent price. But it wiped out my savings. Otherwise, I would be on the next plane out of here." She shivered again.

How was it possible to have all of the heat sucked out of her in a matter of seconds? It wasn't so bad when the sun was shining, but as soon as the sun was gone, it was as if all warmth ceased to exist.

"We'll be at the club soon. You can warm up there."

"And this is the place you found Claudette, right?"

"Yes. You can see her perform tonight. It might help you when you see a full performance and not just the beginning routine."

Help? Because she was such a klutz in class. Great. Now he was trying to help her not suck so much. It had gone from bad to worse. This wasn't a business dinner. It was a pity dinner.

As soon as the driver pulled over and Rio paid, she hurried inside to escape the cold.

Gina didn't know what to expect, but a retro 1970s supper club with leather semicircle booths and orange shag carpeting wasn't it. The lights were dim, and the drinks were of the hard alcohol variety.

Gina wasn't sure why she fell in love with the old place on the spot. Maybe it was because she felt as if she had stepped into another time and place. This wasn't freezing modern Chicago. It was pizzazz and cozy all at the same time. Couples sat together in booths, speaking in hushed tones, staring at each other over candlelight, and drinking martinis. Not the new fancy kinds in chocolate and other flavors. No, these were straight-up martinis with tiny swords spearing two giant green olives.

The hostess seated them off to the side of the dark stage at Rio's request. As soon as they sat down, they ordered drinks.

Gina ordered a martini. It seemed like a crime not to. She supposed she shouldn't drink while they were here to recruit, but Rio had ordered a brandy old fashioned. She wondered if that was his drink of choice or if it was because they were here. Gina wouldn't typically have ordered the martini. She preferred a sweeter-tasting drink.

"When will the show start?" Gina asked.

"Every hour a new performer takes the stage."

Rio was handsome even in harsh gym lights. But here in the dim lighting, he looked seductive. Gina averted her gaze to the stage and prayed the alcohol would arrive soon. She needed it to calm her nerves.

The small booth pushed them close together. Their legs brushed when he moved slightly to see the stage better, bringing him even closer. It sent a parade of tingles up her leg. She had to remind herself that he moved closer only to see the stage. It had nothing to do with her. He barely looked at her.

"Do you scout for instructors often?" she asked.

"When I first opened the gym I did. Now it's just when I'm looking to change up the schedule and add more selections. I want to keep our offerings up to date with the latest trends." He glanced at her. "What kinds of classes are you interested in?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, what made you decide to try belly dancing?"

She was not going to talk about her love handles. Instead, she said, "It sounded like a fun way to get in shape."

"So, you're interested in classes that you find fun and interesting while still beneficial to your overall health?"

"Yes."

"If I didn't offer belly dancing, what would you try?"

Gina had heard of other classes that she would be interested in. "I was thinking of the class that you use drumsticks. You know, where you participate in the music and still get a workout."

He eyed her curiously. "And what made you try belly dancing instead?"

"Your gym was closer."

"Exactly. I have a pretty good handle on drawing local people, but I want to entice more people with a variety of offerings. The only competition I have in this area is Fitness Earth. Their prices are so low that I can't compete with that. But I can compete with fun, engaging classes. And that is why I come out every once in a while. It's amazing how a simple performance can inspire a trend. Well, I hope to inspire a trend at least."

"I have no doubt you will."

"So, besides saving my gym, what else do you do?"

Gina was just about to answer when the drinks came. She took a sip of the strong martini and coughed. It was so dry not even the desert could handle it.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's stronger than I expected."

"Do you want to order a different drink?"

Gina shook her head. "No, it's fine." She'd have to watch how much she drank or she'd wind up on the floor.

He took a menu and handed it to her with a smile. "We'll counteract the alcohol with food."

Gina thought she had decent vision until she tried to read the menu under candlelight. It was all shadows. "What's good here?"

"Everything."

Well that didn't narrow it down. She glanced over at him to see him squinting. At least she wasn't alone in her reading struggles.

He looked up, noticing she wasn't reading the menu. "Did you already decide?"

"No, it's too dark to read."

He laughed, the sound tickling her ears. He had a happy laugh. It wasn't forced or held back. It was joyful.

"I have a confession," he said, leaning in. "I memorized the menu so I don't have to read it."

"You were pretending?"

His smile widened, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "I still try to read it in case they change their menu, but they never do."

She smiled back. "Since you have it memorized, order for me."

"What do you like?"

She liked him. But since she was pretty sure he wasn't on the menu, she said, "Order yourself two dinners and I will steal the one that I like."

"What if it's the one I want?"

She shrugged. "I might share."

Was she flirting? Gina had vowed never to flirt again. Her first attempt when she was sixteen had been dismal. Her crush had looked at her as if she had sprouted horns. Maybe telling him he smelled hadn't been the best way to go. She meant he smelled good, like soap and an earthy musk. Gina wondered what Rio smelled like. She wasn't sure, because every time he was near she stopped breathing.

Rio leaned in, about to say something, when an exotic melody began playing. "Oh, Claudette must be coming on." He leaned back in the seat and took a sip of his drink.

Claudette took the small stage, which was better lit than the rest of the club. The light reflected off the coins hanging from her turquoise harem dress. Without having to instruct an entire class, she was able to move freely, her hips dancing, making the fringe and coins come alive.

"She's really good," Gina said.

When Rio didn't say anything, she looked over at him. His gaze was tracking Claudette. Gina wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time. Why was she always attracted to men who didn't want anything to do with her? What in the hell was wrong with her? Even her last boyfriend was in love with someone else. She only found out when she was invited to their wedding. And she was only invited because he was marrying her cousin.

It had taken a wedding invitation for her to figure it out!

And now she was drooling over some guy who didn't even know she was sitting next to him.

There was something definitely wrong with her, and she had better wise up or die of embarrassment again.

She understood why Rio liked Claudette. It was hard not to notice Claudette's sculpted body with ample curves. She had confidence galore, and her eyes were a source of mystery as she moved like a goddess.

Gina paled in comparison. But didn't she have any redeeming qualities? While Gina had stubborn love handles, the rest of her was in average shape. She was a tad on the short side and average in the bust size. Her hair was an average brown and her eyes couldn't decide if they wanted to be green or brown. So, not hideous, but not goddess either. Just average.

She took a sip of her martini, then swirled the olives in contemplation. Someday, she wanted to be a goddess, even if it was only for a day.

* * *

Rio tried not to look at Gina. He was afraid his gaze would betray him. He liked her. The more he talked to her and the more they sat together, he realized it had been a mistake to bring her to the club. So, instead of making things worse, he stared at Claudette and enjoyed the dance.

Claudette was very skilled, and he appreciated the hard work she'd gone through to learn the dances. He knew the journey wasn't easy. But no matter how much he admired her, he couldn't help comparing her to Gina. And Gina won every time. From Gina's wide, generous smile, to her friendly eyes, to her kindness in helping him, to even a glimpse into her apartment—which revealed more than she would ever know—Gina attracted his attention.

He glanced over at her to find her mindlessly swirling the olives around in her martini as she watched Claudette.

When Claudette's set ended, their food arrived, giving them an opportunity to talk.

"The food looks wonderful," Gina said, deciding between the filet mignon and the prime rib. She took the filet mignon and smiled at him. "I can still share if you want."

He returned her smile and pulled the prime rib toward him. "I love the prime rib here. You might want to share with me."

Gina laughed. "Don't think I won't. So, tell me about your family. I obviously already met Sydney. She's very sweet."

"Then you don't know her very well," he teased, thankful to talk about his sister, although he'd rather know more about Gina. "She's the youngest, and she's been a thorn in my side since she could walk."

"I bet you were a very good older brother."

He shrugged. "Compared to Eddy I was. London threatened to send him to boarding school too many times to count. But London never realized Eddy would have loved it."

"So you have two brothers and one sister."

"Three brothers and one thorn."

She laughed. "What brother am I missing?"

"Rome. He's the second oldest."

"Wow. Your mom must have been crazy busy running after all of you."

"You would think that, but no."

Dammit. He hated this. Hated when the topic of his mother came up. He loved his family and wouldn't trade them for the world, but how did one explain their situation without getting judged?

Instead, he switched the subject. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?"

"One sister," she said with a sigh. "She moved to California with her husband about four years ago."

"You miss her."

"Yes. We talk on the phone when we can, but yeah, I still miss her."

"Does she come and visit?"

"She was going to visit after a year, but when that rolled around, she was eight months pregnant. Now they have a cute little girl, and I think I'll have to go visit or I'll never meet her. I just need to save up money."

"If you're looking for extra money, you can come work this weekend if you want," he said. "But if you need time off, I understand."

"I'm free."

Relief flooded through him. Rio was hoping she could work.

The past six months had certainly been an eye-opening experience. He'd never realized how important an accountant was to a business. Yes, he paid all of his bills and staff. And yes, there was money generated by the memberships, but he had no idea what his profit margin was, nor did he have any idea what kind of taxes he was looking at. It made his stomach sour thinking of it.

"So, how come you are all named after cities except for Eddy?" she asked.

"His real name is Edinburgh, but he hates it, so we call him Eddy."

"Interesting names. Do your parents like to travel?"

"You can say that."

"Did you ever go with them?"

"No. They were business trips."

She was about to ask another question, and he knew exactly what it was: What do they do? Thankfully, Claudette walked over to the table and slid into the booth next to him.

"I wasn't expecting to see you both here," she said, eyeing them with curiosity. "What made you brave the weather?"

"Rio said what a great performer you are," Gina answered. "I'm so glad he asked me to come along. I hope to become at least a tenth as skilled as you."

Claudette smiled. "You're sweet." She then turned to Rio and said, "Breaking the rules, are you?"

"Rules?" Gina questioned, confused.

Rio shot Claudette a warning look. "It's nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing," Claudette said for only Rio to hear. "Be careful. She's more fragile than I am."

Claudette blew him a kiss and sauntered off, her coins jingling on her hips.

Gina looked at him oddly for a moment. "Are you two dating?"

"No."

There were two topics he didn't want to talk about. His family and his past relationships. Gina seemed to zero in on both.

Chapter 9

When the taxi pulled in front of Gina's building, she thought Rio would stay inside the taxi and leave. But he didn't. She never thought he would escort her to her door. But he did.

She wished he hadn't. While Gina would admit to herself that she liked Rio—a lot—she didn't want him in her apartment for fear she would make a ninny of herself.

While the two martinis she drank only left her a little buzzed, she still felt the heat of them on her face despite the icy outside air. Gina wanted to take a shower, put on her flannel pajamas, and fall into bed. And since Rio wasn't interested in climbing into her bed with her, he really should go home.

However, Gina was raised to be courteous and so asked if he wanted to come in.

He did.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

Rio studied her for what seemed like minutes, but in reality it was only a few seconds.

"No, but thank you. I should probably go."

It was Gina's turn to study him. He was hesitant. She wished she knew what he was thinking.

He took the gloves and hat out of his coat pocket. "I should give these back to you. Who did you say they belong to?"

Gina didn't think Rio was the forgetful sort, but there were times her memory was faulty, so who was she to judge?

"Keep them," she said. "They don't belong to anyone."

"How is that possible? They have to belong to someone."

He seemed very adamant about knowing the owner. She wasn't sure why. "They were sent on accident and the store didn't want to pay for return shipping. Keep them if you want. They'll just go to waste here."

"You don't have anyone else you want to give them to?"

Did he hate the hat and gloves that much? She wouldn't have offered them except it was freezing outside. She walked over to take them from him, her hand reaching out. "I'll just put them back in the closet. Maybe I'll find another stray man without winter apparel."

Rio didn't let go when she tried to retrieve them. In fact, he pulled them closer, bringing her with them. Confused, she looked at him. He returned the same confused look right before he leaned in, kissing her.

If Gina was baffled before, she was certainly more so now. Yet, instead of questioning him, she gave in and returned his kiss, loving the feel of his lips on hers.

Gina's skin ignited in full-body tingles. His body was warm and unbelievably hard with muscle. His lips were soft but controlling. His hands tugged her closer as if to mold their bodies into one.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

She was still muddled, to be sure. But Rio was not a man she would pass up if given the chance.

Rio broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, both of their breathing short. Her heart beat so hard she was sure she'd have to call an ambulance if he kissed her again.

"This was a mistake," he said.

She pulled back slightly, not understanding how something so wonderful could be a mistake. "Why?"

"Business and pleasure don't mix well. I made a promise to myself to never get involved with coworkers."

"Was this before or after Claudette?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"How did you know about that? Did Sydney tell you?"

"No one had to tell me. It's how you look at her."

"How do I look at her?"

"Like you have unfinished business in the pleasure department."

His brow creased. "No, I don't."

Gina waved off the unnecessary argument. "I'm not forcing you to stay. If this is a mistake, then go."

"See, now you're mad. This is exactly why I made the promise to myself."

"Then you should have kept it," she said, walking to the door to open it. "I will not be anyone's mistake."

"Gina, I didn't mean it like that."

She didn't say anything, just held the door open. She was so livid that she was afraid to speak. After having the best kiss of her life, she was then figuratively slapped in the face. It stung. If he didn't want her, fine. She would not make a fool of herself for him.

He walked to the door but stopped short. "Please say you'll come to work tomorrow."

And there it was. Rio wanted her for her accounting skills, not anything else.

"I'll be there at nine." It wasn't like she had weekend plans.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Seems like you've met your quota of promises tonight. Don't make any more on my account."

* * *

Rio sat in the entertainment suite at home drinking another beer. Since Gina had come into his life, he'd been drinking a hell of a lot more than he had previously.

He couldn't stop Gina's final comment from replaying in his mind. It was hell breaking the kiss and even harder to do what was right and walk away. And then he hurt her—something he had been trying to avoid in the first place.

He couldn't win, and it sucked. That brief kiss with Gina only tempted him more. He had hoped she'd be a horrible kisser and then could put her out of his mind. The opposite happened. She stole the breath from him and seared herself in his memory.

Rio downed the bottle and stared at the unlit fireplace.

"You look surly," Sydney said, walking into the room.

"Grab me a beer, please."

She eyed the empty bottle on the table. "You feeling okay?"

"Fine."

She raised a brow at him and selected a beer from the mini fridge to hand to him, then she sat on a chair facing him. "Want to talk about it?"

"No."

"You might feel better if you talk about it."

"No."

"Do you know where Hulk is? I haven't seen him at the gym."

"No."

She sighed. "I can see I'm going to get one-word answers from you for the rest of the night. I'm going to call Gina and see if she's drinking as well."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't."

Sydney sat up straighter, and he knew he was doomed. "So, it is about her! I knew it. What happened? You know I'm going to run into her at the gym, so you might as well tell me your side of the story before she tells me hers."

Rio refused to expose a vulnerable spot, especially to his sister who would only exploit it.

"Still staying silent?" she questioned. "Fine. But Gina is nice, and you made a promise to me. Don't hurt her."

Rio wanted to curse when Sydney tossed him an annoyed glance and walked out of the room, taking his beer with her.

He had made one too many promises and he was ready to toss in the towel. Not only was he doing a horrible job of keeping them, but he hurt Gina in the process.

* * *

The next morning, Gina walked inside Rhythm and Body. Her shoulders squared, her jaw held rigid. She wouldn't allow Rio to see how much he had affected her. She was strong and independent. Who needed his brain-melting kisses or unbelievably hard body? Not her.

But even after all of her pep talks, she didn't have to worry. The staff said he hadn't arrived yet. So, she headed to the office, peeled off her layers of outerwear, and sat on the large ball to start up the computer. An hour into work, there was a knock on the open door.

"I heard Rio's not coming in," Hulk said from the door. "Something about a lunch date."

Lunch date? Had Gina's brain been made of circuits, they would have sparked and engulfed in flames. Is that why he stopped last night? Was he seeing Claudette? Why did Gina even bother with men?

"Thank you for letting me know," she said once she trusted herself to speak.

He gave a nod and then walked in, making himself at home on the couch. The standard-sized leather couch was dwarfed by his bulging muscles.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Hulk."

"Your real name."

"Cash. But no one calls me that."

"Do you do bodybuilding competitions?"

He nodded. "Got second place last year. I'm hoping to get first place this year."

"When is it?"

"Three months in San Diego. I'm just trying to get the funds to go." Hulk stood to walk to the door. "I'll be in the gym today if anyone needs me."

"You were missed yesterday."

"I got caught up in a few things."

She watched him leave, feeling as if something weren't quite right, but then shrugged it off and went back to work. Her piles were not nearly as overwhelming as they had been two days ago. Maybe if she spent the entire day and night she could finish and then never see Rio again—except to get paid, of course. But he could mail her a check. Heck, she could print a check and have it ready for him to sign and mail.

Yes, then she'd never have to see him again.

Gina would miss the belly dancing class and Sydney. However, she didn't think she could look Claudette in the face again without seeing red.

With her goal in mind, Gina dragged an accounts payable pile closer and began entering the data.

* * *

Rio raced to the restaurant to meet his mother for an early lunch. It wasn't like him to sleep in, yet this morning he had awoken to mid-morning sunlight slamming through his bedroom shades. Which meant he had to skip going to the gym and head straight to the restaurant.

He had left things awkward with Gina last night. Now she probably assumed he was avoiding her. He hated to admit it, but the thought had crossed his mind. Perhaps it wasn't an accident that he'd overslept. Most likely it was the alcohol. He had wanted to forget his encounter with Gina, but all the alcohol did was give him a headache. It did nothing to erase the past night or the memory of her kiss.

Rio opened the door to the French bistro near the lake and found his mother sitting alone at a four-top table. He immediately felt guilty that he would be her only child attending the lunch. But he couldn't do anything about that now.

"Rio," she said, standing to give him a small hug. "Where are the others? I know London and Rome won't be here, but I was hoping Sydney and Edinburgh would be."

"They had other plans. They send their regrets."

Her eyes dimmed, and he knew she saw through his lie.

"That won't stop us from having a nice lunch," he said as kindly as he could, gesturing for her to sit. His siblings could argue she didn't deserve his kindness, but she was trying in her own way. He took the seat opposite of her and picked up the leather menu from the white-clothed table.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," she said.

Rio shifted his gaze from the menu to her. She looked at him with a pained expression in her clear blue eyes. It was the first time he had really looked at her since her last trip back. Those few years had changed Evelyn. She was still lovely. From her long, wavy blonde hair, to her expensive taste in clothing, she looked to be a woman in her prime. But her age was catching up to her. Small wrinkles were giving away her secret, and he briefly wondered how much longer she could maintain her lifestyle.

"I'm here," he said. "Let's just enjoy lunch. How long are you planning to stay in town?"

"Only a few days."

He nodded, knowing that was her standard answer. She never stayed long. Only long enough to say hello, drop off a few tourist souvenirs, then go back to whatever client needed her services. He never asked about her "job." What he learned from London was more than he needed to know. Her clients were wealthy and paid her as a companion for weeks, sometimes even months.

He never asked where her next destination would be.

A server brought them water and asked what else they would like to drink. Rio was tempted to order something with strong alcohol but refrained. He needed the water to help rehydrate.

Evelyn ordered a martini, which reminded him of Gina.

"What's wrong, darling?"

Rio glanced at his mother, confused.

"You winced," she added.

"Oh, nothing. I just woke up with a bit of a headache."

"Stress-related? Nothing wrong with the business, is there?"

"Everything is fine. In fact, I have an accountant helping me get my paperwork in order."

"That's good. But you should have used the money as start-up cash. I hate seeing it just sit there in the bank."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. You should have used the account I set up. It would have helped in the beginning. But maybe Sydney or Edinburgh will need it someday." She shrugged.

"What account?"

"The account I set up when you were kids. London . . . Oh, London never told you about it, did he?"

Rio shook his head.

"I should have known. He's always been too proud and too angry to take anything from me. But I thought he'd have at least told you."

"Why don't you tell me instead?"

"I set up an account a long time ago. Before you were born. Grandma and Grandpa used it to take care of London and all of you. I know I wasn't a good mother, but I still wanted you all to have a happy, fulfilling life." She took a sip of water, making Rio wait. He tried to be patient. "When they both passed, I came back, hoping to help where I could. I knew London didn't want me around, but he was only sixteen."

Rio vaguely remembered their arguments. At the time, he was only ten and he didn't understand. London never explained it to him. But now the puzzle was beginning to take shape.

"He told you to leave."

She nodded. "There was no way I could come back and pretend to be a homemaker to all of you. We both knew it. So, I told him about the account and how to access it. Every month I added more funds."

"But he never took any out," Rio surmised. "He dropped out of school to make his own money."

"I found that out later."

Rio knew London was stubborn, but he didn't realize how stubborn until now. He sacrificed his entire future just so he wouldn't have to take money from their wayward mother. Luckily, his gamble paid off.

For a long time, Rio had been angry with his mother for running away and not caring about him. But now he saw that she did care, at least in her own way. Money never replaced a person, but she was not maternal. Her children were a hazard of her job, a fact that still haunted him to this day. However, his hand was dealt. It was up to him to make the best of it.

"If you ever need the money, just let me know," she said. "It's just sitting in the bank."

"Why don't you use it?"

"I have plenty. I know you don't want to hear about my life, but most of my money went into savings. During my time as a companion, I never had to pay for anything."

Rio hadn't wanted to talk about her career. It was a gruesome monster that loomed over them, but now that she'd brought it up, he was stuck with the subject.

"Then why don't you retire?" he asked.

She gave a small shrug. "For a while, it's just been me and the clients I've had forever. It's comfortable being with them. But, I have to admit, one of the reasons I came back was to see if I could retire here. I've been looking at condos in the city. I wanted to speak to you all about it before I made an offer."

Rio leaned back, letting the news wash over him. There were so many emotions it was hard to separate them. But anger was at the front. How dare she ignore them for all of these years and then think she could live by them and be a part of their lives. The anger surprised him. Out of the siblings, he thought he was the most tolerant and forgiving. And if he was having this reaction to the news, he could only imagine how the others would react.

"I can see you're not happy." She leaned back as the waiter set her drink in front of her. She waved him away when he asked for their orders. "I'm not looking to insert myself into your life. I know I can't repair the damage I have done to our family. But this is my home, and I would like to return."

"Then you've already made your decision."

"Not yet. If my return will cause problems, I'll go elsewhere. I've caused enough grief. I don't want to cause any more."

"You know what London's reaction will be."

She nodded. "He would rather burn the city down than let me live in it. But I can handle him if the rest of you are okay with it."

He took a breath and sat back. He had thought this was going to be a simple lunch, but nothing with Evelyn Reese was simple.

"I can't speak for the others," Rio said. "But we don't own the city. If you want to live here, then do so."

"Well, it's a start. I'm not looking for miracles. I just don't want my children to hurry to the next sidewalk to avoid me if our paths happen to cross."

"And you wouldn't rather be somewhere warm?"

"I've had my share of warm weather, and nothing compares to being home."

Evelyn sounded sincere. She wasn't asking for anything unreasonable. Someday he might ask for her story. What led to her career choice? And who was his father?

But Rio doubted that day would come. Some things were better left in the dark.

"Again, I can't speak for the others, but I won't cross the street to avoid you."

She gave him a small smile, reminding him of the youthful woman who had flittered in and out of their lives.

"So, will you still have lunch with me and tell me what you've been up to?" she asked.

Rio would rather be in the office with Gina, no matter how awkward it was. But he nodded and picked up the menu. "I heard the French onion soup is good."

Evelyn smiled again, and he was sure it had nothing to do with the soup and everything to do with the inch he had given her—which London would later kill him for.

Chapter 10

It was later that day when Rio returned to the gym. His lunch with Evelyn had taken longer than he'd expected, and he had a few errands to run, which was a stall tactic. He was man enough to admit he was afraid of confronting Gina.

As soon as he stepped into the door, the staff gave him a laundry list of things that needed repair. An elliptical machine was off-kilter, a rowing machine's chain fell off, the men's sauna temperature was way too high, and there was a complaint about the smell coming from someone's locker. He inwardly groaned. He had yet to hire a maintenance employee. It had seemed silly at first. All of the machines were new. But now it was becoming apparent that he required a part-time employee to take care of these tasks. Once Gina was done with the bookkeeping, he would have a better picture of the gym's financial health. If there was any wiggle room, he'd hire someone, along with an accountant.

The office light was on, so he assumed Gina was working. Rio didn't disturb her and went to work on the list.

He would leave the sauna for last, having double-checked that there was an out of order sign on it. Last time he fixed it, he had been so sweaty he had to shower after.

Rio retrieved the toolbox from the maintenance closet and found the elliptical machine. Before he could do more than take off the cover, someone stopped next to him. He looked up to find Claudette in workout clothes, her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Did you get your ten miles in?" he asked, knowing she came in on the weekends to run.

"Not yet. I just got here."

"Stay away from the third treadmill. I think the belt is slipping. I ordered a new one, but it won't be here until next week."

"Okay."

Rio pulled out a screwdriver and then looked back at her when she didn't move away. "Did you need something?"

"Nope." She smiled as if she knew a secret.

"What?"

"I knew you couldn't do it."

"Do what?"

"Stick to your rule about not dating employees. How was your date with Gina?"

"It wasn't a date."

"It sure looked like one. You came together, left together, and I'm pretty sure you shared your dinner."

"Were you spying or dancing?"

"So, you admit it was a date?"

"No. I admit you are a spy. But really, if it was a date, why would I bring her to where you were dancing?"

Her mouth twisted as she thought. Her eyes lit in an a-ha moment. "Because you want to date her but still follow your silly rules."

"They aren't silly."

She laughed at him. "Gina is nice. Don't mess it up."

"You sound like Sydney."

She cocked her head to the side, studying him. "We were purely physical. You knew that, and I knew that. But the way you look at Gina is different. Sydney can see it, and so can I."

Ugh. His employee and sister were discussing him. That was the creation of a nightmare. "Stop talking about me to Sydney. She was the one who made me promise not to see Gina."

"Because she knew it would make you want to see her even more."

Rio sat back. "So, she wants me to date Gina?"

"Yes."

Rio shook his head to clear it from his sister's confounding reasoning. "It doesn't matter. I made things worse last night. I don't need advice. I just need to fix these machines now so that I can go talk to her later."

"Then let me help."

"You know how to fix equipment?"

"No, but I can hand you things and hold the flashlight."

It wouldn't help him all that much, but an extra pair of hands never hurt. Rio handed her the flashlight and pointed to the spot he would work on. "If you talk to me any more about Gina, you're fired."

"You really know how to sweet-talk a girl."

"I don't, which is why I'm here and not in the office."

"Practice makes perfect. Why don't you pretend I'm Gina? Or would that be too distracting?"

Rio sighed. "Just hold the flashlight."

This was going to be a very long day—with a ton of groveling at the end.

* * *

Gina finished the data entry and sat back to read the profit and loss report. Rio wasn't in financial ruin. Yet. But he did need more membership income. He was grazing the red too frequently. A lot of businesses would close with such a tiny profit margin.

She had thought he would be able to pay her for her services right away. However, if he kept going the way he was, she might not get paid at all.

Gina stretched and looked at the time. It was nearing seven and he still hadn't come in. Well, since she probably wouldn't see her money anytime soon, she decided to stop and go home. There wasn't much she could do anyway except explain her findings. But who would want to tell Rio that he's flirting with bankruptcy?

Not her.

She turned the report upside down and wrote a note on the back. She didn't need to stay here and hold his hand. Rio was capable. He started the gym on his own, and he could figure this out.

Gina slipped on her coat and walked out, feeling a cocktail of emotions: Good that she'd accomplished her task, bad because Rio was in a bit of a pickle, and sad because even though he wasn't interested in her, she still liked him. And angry at herself for still liking him.

Just as Gina stepped out of the office, she caught sight of him walking down the hall with Claudette. Both of them were dripping wet and laughing.

Gina tamped down her jealousy and walked out into the cold. It would do no good to get hung up on a guy she hardly knew who obviously had feelings for someone else.

Plus, Claudette and Rio looked good together, like they were born to be soul mates. Gina was born for an office. Her next date would be with a calculator. A nice streamlined ten-key with plucky keys and a big roll of paper.

The cold wind slapped her face, and she felt as though it was a commentary on her life.

* * *

After he'd finally dealt with the sauna fiasco, Rio showered and changed into his spare workout clothes he kept in a locker for instances such as this. He then walked to the office to find it dark. He stopped before going inside.

"Tammy, where did Gina go?"

"I think she went home."

"Did she say anything?" he asked.

"No. Should she have?"

Rio shook his head and flipped on the office light. He immediately noticed Gina's piles were gone and a lone paper sat on the desk with a note on it.

You can pay me when you have money.

When he has money? What did that mean?

He flipped over the paper and found out. How did this happen? Was it accurate?

Of course it was accurate. Gina wouldn't give him a report with wrong numbers. But how had he not seen this coming?

And then he realized. Most of the bills were paid with his credit card. While that allowed him to pay online, he never kept track of his spending.

Rio flipped the report back over so he didn't have to see it. He had known there was a lot of room for improvement, he just didn't realize how far off he was. London looked for companies like Rio's to take over and either make profitable and sell at an exorbitant rate, or to break down and sell off piece by piece. He wondered if London would be knocking on his door any time soon.

Rio stood, knowing he had to speak to London. He was out of his depth, and London would know what to do. Rio had promised himself not to ask for help, but he also knew when to swallow his pride. Rio believed in this company. He wanted to franchise it eventually. But to do that, he had to show it was profitable.

And the worst thing about this entire mess was that Gina had completed the work. Her note said as much in its shortness. Just to pay her when he had the money. Nothing about coming back or if he'd see her again.

Frustrated, he left to go find London. He was either at his office or at home. London rarely went anywhere else.

Rio tossed on his coat and braced for the cold air. He thought of Gina right away, knowing she wanted to go visit her sister in the warm weather. He'd like to go with her.

Rio stopped when he realized she no longer worked for him and wasn't technically a member. So, his rule was no longer valid.

He wanted to walk to her place to talk to her, but would she even want to see him? Probably not.

He could go with the guise of talking to her about the report and test the waters. If she slammed the door on him, then he would know where she stood and he could stop thinking about her. Yes. He would do that. But should he go now or wait?

She was probably tired from working all day. So, it'd be better if he waited. Plus, it'd give him time to think about what he would say. Rio already felt like a failure; he didn't need to sound like one too.

He walked to the Reese building and into London's office to find him exactly where he normally was. For a man who sat behind a desk for an unhealthy amount of time, one would suspect London would be soft and doughy by now. But somewhere in the day London managed to get enough exercise to keep him healthy.

"Why don't you ever come to the gym?" Rio asked.

London looked up from the papers on his desk. "I have a treadmill in back. Why are you here? Did you have lunch with her?"

"Yes. It was better than I thought it would be, especially since everyone bailed on me."

"What did she want?"

"To move here."

London visibly tensed. "Why?"

"She's thinking about retiring and wants to come back to Chicago."

"Why? There are nicer places."

"Chicago is her home."

"No, it was her pit stop to drop off her mistakes and jet off again."

Rio hated when London spoke like that. Yes, they were her mistakes, but that didn't mean they were worth any less. It took him a long time to feel that way, and it was like a hammer to his gut every time London said otherwise.

Rome nudged past Rio and sat down in the chair across from London. His dark hair was mussed as if he had been running his hands through it. The two-day beard was new on Rome, making him look a bit like a lumberjack with his flannel shirt.

"I thought you were in Florida. When did you get back?" Rio asked.

"Just now. What's going on?" He stretched out his long legs and settled into the chair as if he were going to be there awhile, which meant Rio would be kicked out of the office any moment.

"Did something happen?" London asked Rome, a worry line already creasing his brow.

"You could say that," Rome said. "MacLean backed out."

London sighed. "I had a feeling he would. What did he say?"

That was Rio's cue to leave. London and Rome were in business mode. Rio quietly made his exit and bumped into Bethany on his way out. "I wasn't expecting you to be here on a Saturday night," he said.

"Rome called on his way from the airport and said MacLean backed out. It'll be a long night."

He watched as she sat at her desk and turned on her overworked computer.

"Why do you stay?" he asked.

"London pays well."

"He's also a demanding workaholic who doesn't understand when others are not."

She smiled. Her red-tinted lips and pretty black dress made him suspect she had jilted her fiancé in order to come in to work.

"I have my reasons for putting up with him," she said, gathering two files from the drawer and heading to the office. "Go and have fun for me."

London did not deserve Bethany, no matter how much he paid her. He wondered what her other reasons for staying were.

Rio shook his head and left, wondering what to do next. His notebook. Maybe a bit of mindless doodling would help clear his mind. Sometimes he came up with his best ideas when nothing else made sense. But his notebook was back at the gym, and he didn't want to brave the bitter weather. So, instead, he rode the elevator upstairs and went to bed. 
Chapter 11

The next morning, Rio returned to the gym. Sundays were normally his day to focus on his own workout, but the report bothered him. He sat down behind his desk and stared at the page. There were always options to get out of scrapes such as the one he was in. He just had to find the right one.

The drafted project in his notebook was coming along better than he expected. He could try to manufacture it, but would he be able to find an investor? Probably not, but it was worth a try.

He could always ask London to be the investor, but he loathed to do so. And he would not dip into Evelyn's account. No, he wanted to do this on his own.

Rio glanced at the membership numbers and was disappointed to find they hadn't risen recently, despite the money he'd poured into advertising. Could he add more classes to lure people in? It was another avenue to look into.

Rio searched the web for his competitors. What were they doing? Fitness Earth was hard to compete against. Their low-cost membership was something he couldn't even consider doing.

Rio grimaced as he read they'd added another location. He searched the Fitness Earth website to find current promotions and stumbled upon a picture of the staff.

Gina.

Rio stared at the photo, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no. He recognized her right away. If she worked for Fitness Earth, what was she doing at his gym? She would have a gym membership through work.

She didn't seem like the type to spy for her boss, so was she just interested in the classes? He thought it possible until he realized that she now knew everything about his finances.

Suddenly, he felt nauseated. The smiling woman in the Fitness Earth photo knew his weakness. He had trusted her with this information, and she hadn't even bothered to let him know she worked for his competitor.

Was that on purpose?

Dammit!

Rio felt the reins of his temper slipping from his grasp. Just a moment ago he was sure he could find a way to succeed, and now he wondered how quickly Fitness Earth would crush him once Gina told the owner he was near ruin.

Rio had to go big. He had to find an investor, even if it was London. In fact, he would go to London first. There was no time to wait.

Rio searched for his notebook. He knew he'd left it in the office, but it was nowhere to be found. He looked in drawers, under the desk and couch, in between cushions.

Did Gina take it?

Rio tried to stop the panic and fury that built up like a volcano inside him. There had to be a logical, non-sinister explanation for this. Yet all arrows pointed to Gina. No one else cared about his finances or his notebook. But an employee of Fitness Earth would.

He grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

* * *

Gina decided that after all the work she'd put in during the week, a lazy Sunday would be just what she needed. Decked out in her very unsexy lounging pajamas decorated with frolicking cats, she sat in front of the television and watched an overdramatic movie while she folded clothes.

Her mind continued drifting Rio. She felt bad for giving him the bad news on a piece of paper and then sneaking away. If it hadn't been for Claudette, she might have stayed to talk to him. What exactly was going on with those two?

Not that she cared.

Lie.

Yes, she did care.

She sighed and leaned back into the comforting pillows. They hugged her, making her feel an ounce better. She loved her overstuffed pillows. They lined her furniture and bed, giving her love when she had none.

Gina turned off the movie. It was making her melancholy. She should call her sister, but Gina wasn't up for it. Talking to Tina was like a marathon. By the time she ended the call, Gina was always exhausted and dehydrated. Tina was the outgoing, talkative one. Gina wished she was a little bit more like her. While Tina had always had a date lined up each weekend, Gina had worn pajamas for most of her weekends.

She folded a uniform shirt and was just about to toss it onto the pile when a loud banging at the door jolted her. The shirt fell in a heap on the floor.

"Gina!"

Was that Rio? She picked up the shirt and walked to the door just as he pounded on it again. What on earth was the matter? Gina opened the door to find Rio with his hand raised, about to abuse her door again.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noting his clenched jaw and clamped-down brow.

"Where do I even begin?" It was more of a statement than a question. He stepped into her apartment and snapped the door closed.

Gina hadn't known Rio for long, so she didn't know all of his moods, but this one was definitely new to her.

"Is this about the profit and loss statement?" she asked.

"Did you think I was stupid enough not to find out?"

"Find out about what?"

"I admit I suck at math, but that doesn't mean I have 'idiot' written on my forehead."

She stepped back to give him space. She still wasn't sure what he was upset about. "I never said you were an idiot."

"You didn't have to say it. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Find out what?" She was baffled.

"That you work for Fitness Earth."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You admit it?"

"That I work for Fitness Earth? Yes, I do."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It never came up."

"Or is it because your boss wants information on my company? What did you tell him?"

Gina now understood the reason behind his anger. "I didn't tell him anything. I didn't even tell him I was taking classes at your gym. Fitness Earth doesn't offer classes, which is why I tried your place." This wasn't the first time she'd wished she hadn't.

Rio paused and stared at her as if trying to figure out if she was lying.

"What would I have to gain by telling Gordon anything?" she asked. "It's not like your company is financially healthy."

His expression turned stormy. She feared lightning bolts would shoot out of his glaring eyes.

"I just meant you and Gordon aren't really competitors," she quickly said. "You have a different business model than he does. He will never offer classes or any of the extras that you do. He's looking to expand with more locations, not take over yours."

Rio didn't say anything for a moment as he studied her. "Give me my notebook and I'll leave."

"Your notebook?"

"Don't play dumb. You took it from my office. I want it back."

"Rio, I didn't take anything from your office."

"If Gordon uses my design, I will sue him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She vaguely remembered Rio had a notebook that he had been scribbling in, but she had no idea what happened to it. She was too busy entering in data to notice or care.

From Rio's expression, he didn't believe her. "You're no longer welcome at the gym."

He turned and left. Gina was left bewildered and on the brink of tears. What just happened?

It didn't matter that he barred her from the gym. She would never go back there anyway. And she could kiss her payment goodbye. There was no way he'd pay her even if he did have the money.

* * *

As soon as Rio returned to the gym, he headed straight to the boxing studio, wrapped his hands, and stuffed them into gloves.

He slammed his fist to the punching bag, feeling it absorb his anger. Rio hit it again and again, breaking into a sweat.

Gina didn't deny that she worked for Fitness Earth, but she did deny knowing about the notebook. And the worst part was that he believed her. But then where in the hell was it? He knew, without a doubt, that he'd left it in the office. He rarely took it anywhere else. So, if Gina didn't take it, who did? None of his employees would have any use for it. No, it must have been her.

He jabbed the punching bag, sequencing his strikes, but stopped as soon as he saw Sydney heading toward him. Crap. He had a feeling he was about to become the next punching bag.

However, she simply smiled at him when she came to a stop in front of him. "I thought you'd be in the office with Gina," she said.

"Gina finished yesterday." He was in the clear for now. Sydney didn't know what had happened.

"Oh. Okay. I was hoping she was here. I guess I'll see her in class tomorrow."

Rio didn't correct her. Hopefully Sydney would just think Gina decided not to come anymore. He felt a twinge of regret, which only fueled his anger. He had really liked Gina. And he could have finally asked her out on a date since she was no longer working for him.

Now he had a flat-lining business, his idea had been stolen, and the one person he wanted to go to was the one person he couldn't. How in the hell did Gina dig herself underneath his skin so quickly? And those pajamas she had been wearing today were so unbelievably ugly yet lovable at the same time. It made him want to do things with her on that couch's overstuffed-pillow avalanche.

Amazingly, she didn't yell at him. She kept calm and argued her point.

Rio resumed taking his frustrations out on the bag.

"What's wrong with you?" Sydney asked. "Oh, did the lunch go badly with Evelyn?"

He paused, wiping the sweat from his face with his shirt sleeve. "No. It was fine."

"I'm sorry we all bailed on you," she said, sounding sincere.

"It's okay. She just wanted to have lunch. But she told me something." Rio thought about Evelyn's money that London refused to use.

"What?"

Rio wasn't sure if he should say anything, but Evelyn did say it was for them. Yet, London didn't use it, and he respected London's wishes no matter if he understood them or not.

"Tell me," Sydney urged, always hating to be the one left out, which happened more often than not being the youngest and the only girl.

"She told me about an account she set up a long time ago. London refused to take the money and instead quit school to work. But the account is still there, and she said the money was for us to use."

Sydney was quiet for a moment, which normally would have worried him, but the news had made him stop and think as well.

"He quit school and he didn't have to?" she asked.

"You know he's too proud for his own good. He would think of it as a handout."

"But he let us believe she wasn't helping at all."

Rio shrugged. "You know London. He thinks if you make a mistake that you have to deal with it and not bury it with money."

"But it shows she cared enough to make sure our needs were being met. I didn't think she cared at all."

"I think she did care. But it was hard to know since she was never around."

"Is she leaving again?"

"She's thinking of retiring and wants to buy a place in Chicago. That's why she wanted to have lunch. She wants to make sure we'd be okay with it."

"What did you tell her?"

"That I couldn't speak for everyone, but I was fine with it."

"You don't think she'll want to make up for lost time or anything, do you?"

Rio shook his head. "No. All she asked was that if we cross her path on the street that we don't run away to avoid her."

"I can do that. Did you tell London?"

"Yes. He's not happy. But since he rarely leaves his office, I don't think he has to worry about bumping into her."

"He's getting worse. Pretty soon he'll move his bed into the office so he never has to leave."

"That would mean he'd sleep, which I don't think he does anymore."

"What's going on with him?"

"I don't know. Maybe because he doesn't have to worry about us anymore, he now is focusing solely on work."

"He needs a girlfriend."

Rio laughed. "I'm not sure he would give her enough attention to induce her to stay."

"We just need to find the right girl."

"We?"

"Between the two of us, we can find one girl that'd make him forget about work for a while."

"I don't think she exists."

"What about Gina? She's pretty and is very nice. I like her."

Rio shook his head. He didn't want to bring up all the reasons why she'd be wrong for London, including the fact that she was a spy. "He would need a loud, annoying woman."

Sydney wrinkled her nose. "He'd never like a woman like that."

"True, but she'd be the only one to get his attention."

She laughed. "I think an intervention might be in order."

"No way. Leave him alone."

"Why?"

"He's happy."

"He works twenty-four hours a day. How could he be happy?"

Rio shrugged. "He's in his element."

She sighed. "I guess. How long are you staying?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Just wondering." She scanned the room. "Where's Hulk?"

"Maybe at home. It's his day off."

"But he always comes in on Sunday."

It was true. Hulk was normally at the gym seven days a week even though he was only scheduled for five. It wasn't like him to miss a day, especially since Sunday was when he focused on his arms. Hulk's true love was his biceps. For him to miss a day with his best muscles was odd.

"He might come in later," Rio said. He added, "You're still not allowed to date him." Not that he had to worry much. Sydney was not Hulk's type. But every man had a weak moment.

Sydney rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to ask him something."

"What?"

"None of your business," she stated in her firm voice, which meant she wouldn't say anything more on the subject. "Be home for dinner."

"Are you making it?" he questioned.

"No, I'm ordering it."

"Okay then."

She smacked his arm. "My cooking isn't that bad."

"You've ruined frozen pizza."

"It was ruined before I touched it."

He wouldn't argue. If nothing else, at least she tried. London and Rome lived off of whatever Bethany ordered in for them. Heaven only knew what Eddy ate when he left home for weeks at a time. And Rio lived off of smoothies at the gym café.

"Be home by six," she said.

"Okay," he agreed and then stopped her before she could leave. "Have you seen my notebook?"

"No. Did you check your office?"

"Yes."

"I can look around when I get home."

He shook his head. "No, don't bother."

Chapter 12

Gina picked the fuzzies off one of her pillows on the couch, trying not to zone out during Tina's long-winded description of her daughter's dance recital. A video would have been less painful.

With a soft sigh, Gina knew she wasn't being fair. Normally, she did like hearing about what Tina and her family were up to. But not after her encounter with Rio. He'd left her upset and confused. Did he really think Gordon sent her to spy? It was true that she didn't tell Rio she worked for Gordon, but still, on what planet could she ever be a spy?

". . . and then the little boy who was dressed as a frog fell down. I felt so bad for him . . ."

Gina sighed again. She had to stop obsessing about this. She would never see Rio again, thankfully. But it didn't stop her from thinking of all the ways she could have responded to his accusations. Instead, she'd reacted mildly and barely said two words when she should have told him to jump in frigid Lake Michigan.

". . . Finally, the boy stopped crying, so we were able to continue . . ."

Gina was downright angry. How dare he accuse her! A spy? It was ludicrous! If she ever saw Rio again, she'd let him have it. He just accused and didn't bother sitting down and talking like a rational person. Gina no longer felt rational. She bristled with anger.

". . . Eventually, we were able to rehang the backdrop . . ."

But it was over, wasn't it? She'd never see Rio again. So, all of this anger was for nothing. It wasn't helping her or the situation. But no matter how much she tried to shake it, it came back in waves.

She needed to burn off the toxic energy building in her. Sadly, the one gym she would have turned to was no longer open to her. Gina didn't feel like going to Fitness Earth either. Knowing her luck, Gordon would be there and ask her a million questions about work. Instead, she decided a long walk in the freezing cold might help.

". . . The smell was horrendous! Can you imagine?"

Gina couldn't imagine since she'd missed most of the conversation. "Must have been horrible," she said, hoping that was the right answer.

"Horrible is an understatement. But enough about me. What's new with you?"

Gina didn't even want to start down that path. "Nothing new."

"Gina, you need to get out more. Stop spending all your time at work with your nose stuck in your computer. There have to be some men at your gym that you'd be interested in."

"I'm there to work, not to flirt."

"You can do both."

"Not really."

Tina sighed a long, painful breath as if the conversation was agonizing. "All you have to do is say hello and smile. How hard is that?"

"It's easy for you."

"And it could be easy for you too. You have the capability to smile and say hello. You do it all the time."

"Oh, Mrs. Treglown is knocking on my door. She's coming over for tea," Gina lied.

"That's your problem. You're hanging out with her too much. She's one hundred. Hang out with younger people."

"She's ninety-four and spunky. Plus, I don't particularly like people my age." However, she did like Sydney, who was a bit younger.

Tina let out an exasperated breath.

"I have to go. I'll talk to you later," Gina said, ending the call.

She leaned back into the couch and took a breath before flinging a pillow across the room, knocking her purse off the table near the door. Yes, she definitely needed to burn off some steam. However, it was getting late. If she went on a walk, she'd have to do it now.

Gina pulled herself from the depths of the couch and self-pity to put her shoes on. She bundled up in a heavy coat, hat, mittens, and scarf. She walked out to find Mrs. Treglown peeking out of her door.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mrs. Treglown asked.

"I'm fine. Just heading out for a walk."

"Oh, okay. I thought I heard a man in your apartment earlier. He sounded upset."

"It was just a misunderstanding," Gina said, not wanting to worry her neighbor. "Well, I better start before it gets too dark."

"Did you bring your pepper spray?"

"No. With all of these layers I wouldn't be able to find it in time anyway."

"Hurry back."

"I will." Gina gave a wave and tromped down the stairs, preparing for the arctic blast that would steal all the warmth from her coat. If she was smart, she'd go back upstairs and beat up an innocent pillow and then eat a pint of ice cream under a warm blanket. But she obviously wasn't smart. Because after all that had happened, she still wondered what it would be like to kiss Rio again. No smart and sane woman would do that.

Gina opened the door and charged outside to find it wasn't nearly as cold as she'd thought it would be. Brisk, but not frigid. She headed down the road. There was a route she liked to follow, but tonight she felt like taking a different one. It took her past brilliantly lit shops with windows decorated in everything she'd never be able to afford.

Gina had never been a fanatic shopper like her sister, but sometimes it was fun just to see the new gadgets, clothes, and twinkling jewelry. She stopped to look at a bright-red purse. It was beautiful. She could see Tina using something so colorful. And once again, she wished she was a little more like Tina and a lot less like herself.

"Dang it!"

Gina looked across the street to a familiar person struggling to unload bags from a hired car. It was Sydney. Gina wanted to cross the street to help her, but she was unsure of the reception she'd get. Would Sydney think she was a spy like Rio accused? But Sydney had seen Gina's uniform before. Just as Sydney was about to spill the contents of one of her bags, Gina hurried over to assist.

"Thank you," Sydney said, and then she turned a brilliant smile on Gina once she realized who was helping her. "I nearly ruined dinner again. I'd never hear the end of it." She handed Gina a bag for each hand. "I hate to ask, but will you help me get these upstairs?"

Gina didn't think it was wise, but she already had the bags in her arms and Sydney was shooing her to the door before she could say no.

They walked into an office lobby. Perhaps the food was for an office party. That made Gina feel better. Rio wouldn't be here.

"Do you work here?" Gina asked as Sydney greeted the receptionist and then walked past.

"Here?" Sydney questioned. "God no. This is my brother's office. I wouldn't dream of working with him. He's too demanding. The only Reese who dares to work with London is Rome. But I think that's because Rome likes to travel, and he can do that on London's dime."

Gina followed Sydney to a polished elevator with marble floors.

"You all have unique names. I like them."

"We had a unique upbringing. But I'll let Rio tell you that story." Sydney pressed the top-floor button.

"I doubt he'd tell me anything. Rio didn't tell you what happened?" Gina asked.

"No, what happened?" Sydney questioned.

Gina didn't want to confess to Sydney, but she didn't want the story to come from Rio either. Gina liked Sydney. Before the fallout, she had thought they might be friends eventually.

"What did the jerk do?" Sydney asked, already enraged. "Just tell me and I'll make him suffer."

The elevator doors opened to a small entryway. Gina followed Sydney through it and into a large living room decorated in soothing tones and leather furniture. It didn't suit Sydney at all, but perhaps Rio. The windows faced the Chicago River. It had grown too dark now to see every detail, but she suspected the view would be magnificent.

No expense was spared, or detail ignored, on the penthouse floor. She was slapped in the face with the realization that Sydney and Rio came from money. Gina wasn't sure exactly why that made her upset. It wasn't like her to care about senseless things like that. But with this kind of money, Rio could pay her with no problem, and yet all he came with was allegations. She would demand her money.

"Rio!" Sydney shouted, snapping Gina from her thoughts. He was here? Gina might have thought to stand up to Rio, but now she wanted to run.

"Dammit, Rio!"

Gina followed Sydney as she stalked into a grand kitchen with polished stainless-steel appliances and marble countertops, plopping down the bags.

"Where are you, coward?" Sydney called.

Gina placed her bags on the countertop. "Sydney, it's really not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal? I knew he was keeping something from me when I saw him earlier. What did he do?"

A man walked into the kitchen, eyeing the bags with hunger. He had that ruggedly handsome look to him, with a couple-day-old beard and shirt sleeves rolled up to show his firm arms. "What are you bellowing about now?" he asked, glancing at Sydney and then Gina.

"I'm going to kill Rio. Where is he?"

He raised a brow but then said, "Showering."

Sydney straightened and then said, "I'll be right back." She stormed out of the kitchen.

"I hope he locked the door," the man said, still eyeing the food.

"She wouldn't go in there while he's showering, would she?" Gina asked.

He smiled. "We've learned she'll do just about anything when she's mad. I'm Rome, by the way," he said, holding out his hand.

"Gina," she said, shaking the offered hand.

"How long have you known Sydney?"

"Just a week."

"And you're already roped into the mandatory dinner? She must like you."

"Oh, no. I was walking and saw her struggling with the bags, so I offered to help."

A strangled shout came from well beyond the kitchen.

"He didn't lock the door," Rome said with a devious grin.

"I'd better go," Gina said.

"Why? Stay for dinner. It looks like she bought enough for twenty people."

"Maybe some other time." Gina stepped back to escape only to find another man had entered the kitchen.

He was slightly shorter than Rome and had the most engaging brown eyes that she'd ever seen. He wore a suit and an exasperated expression.

"What's going on now?" he asked Rome.

"Sydney's on the warpath. Rio might be a little worse for wear. And I think it might have to do with Gina." Rome looked to her with interest, which made the other man look at her the same way.

"I'm London," he said, offering his hand.

She shook it, starting to feel overwhelmed. "Gina. I think I should go."

"Stay," Rome insisted, clearly enjoying Rio's suffering.

"You're welcome to stay," London said, tossing another exasperated look to Rome. "But it's up to you."

Gina backed away. "Perhaps another time." But this time her escape was blocked by a dripping-wet Rio, wearing only a towel and a furious expression.

"What did you tell her?" he demanded.

"Nothing," Gina said, her hands automatically flying up to signal surrender.

"Don't yell at her," Sydney said, on Rio's heels. "This is obviously your fault. And stop eating the food," she said, turning to Rome who had a fork poised in one hand.

London sighed. "Rome, go set the table if you're so hungry. Rio, go get clothes on. I'd like it if we could have one meal without it spiraling out of control. Gina, you're welcome to stay, but I don't blame you if you leave."

"Of course she's staying," Sydney said, coming to Gina's side and sticking her tongue out at Rio, who looked as if he was going to strangle both of them. He turned and stalked out of the kitchen.

London peeked into the bags as if nothing had happened. "Smells good."

Sydney swatted his hands away. "You're on beverage duty. I'd like red wine. Gina, what would you like?"

"To leave."

Rome laughed, to which Sydney frowned.

"London, make her a strong drink," Sydney said. "Rio too."

Both London and Rome escaped from the kitchen.

"Now that they're gone, tell me what happened," Sydney said, pulling out boxes of food from the bags.

"I should go," Gina said. "I feel really uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry," Sydney said, then she frowned. "My family can be a bit overwhelming. Just be thankful Eddy isn't here to make it worse. Although I wish he was, because no one has seen or talked to him for days, which worries me."

Gina wasn't sure how it could possibly be worse. Maybe the fact that she had to be losing her mind was worse. If she had been able to mute Rio, like on TV, she would have found him quite irresistible. The water that streamed along his neck and down his golden chest and abs was mesmerizing. Yes, she was losing her mind, and that made everything infinitely worse.

Sydney handed Gina a large aluminum box, which she automatically took. It was heavy with a delicious-smelling beef. Sydney picked up another box and headed out of the kitchen. Gina followed until she realized what was happening. They were headed to the dining room. No, she would not stay. She would just set this down on the table and run away. It would be easy to do since she still had her coat on.

Rome had just finished setting the table when they walked into the large dining room lit with the most magnificent crystal chandelier she had ever seen. It sent a dazzling display of shimmering lights all over the room.

"It was my way of pretending I might someday have a sophisticated family," London said as he noticed her looking at the chandelier. He stepped next to her and set a drink on the table, then he took the box from her and set that on the table as well. "As you can see, it's like putting a dress on a pig."

Sydney waved off London. "The others are still pigs, but I turned out pretty good," Sydney said.

"That's debatable," London said with all seriousness. But there was something in his eyes that told Gina he was teasing her. She instantly liked London. He made her feel at home when all she wanted to do was run.

London pulled out a chair. "Let me take your coat."

Her coat? Gina shook her head. "No, I'm not staying."

"Please," Sydney said. "Otherwise, I have to eat with them all by myself."

Rome raised a brow. "You're the one that insists on these mandatory dinners."

"And you make me regret it every time."

Rio walked in, still wet and glaring. At least he was wearing clothes this time. Gina turned from his hard gaze.

"Be nice or go away," Sydney said to Rio.

Gina's stomach turned sour.

"Okay, let's get this over with," London said. "What happened?"

Rio turned his glare from Gina to London. "None of your business."

Gina thought that was odd. He was so quick to blame her before. Why didn't he tell his family?

London turned to Gina. "Do you want to add anything to that?"

She shook her head. She didn't need to air this in front of Rio's family. Gina returned Rio's glare, happy to see his eyes widen in surprise for a moment. A thrill of excitement raced through her. Was she enjoying herself? No, it was impossible. Gina hated fighting. She'd spent her entire life avoiding conflict. Yet, when London reached to take her coat, she didn't stop him. She sat down at the seat London had pulled out for her and looked at Rio, expecting him to walk away in a huff. But he sat down across from her. Sydney took the chair next to her, and Rome and London took the chairs at the heads of the table. There was one open spot next to Rio. She assumed it was for Eddy.

London slid the drink to Gina. "If you don't like it, I can get you something else."

"I'm sure it will be fine." It looked to be a brandy old fashioned. At this point, she would take anything.

Food was passed around in silence until London asked, "Gina, where do you work?"

Gina glanced at Rio and was about to answer when Sydney said, "Fitness Earth."

Stunned, Rio paused his fork, which was halfway to his open mouth. "You knew?"

Sydney tsked. "Of course I did. She was wearing a uniform shirt when she came to belly dancing class one day."

Rio's fork still hung in the air as his gaze flashed between Sydney and Gina.

Gina wanted to stick out her tongue at Rio, but instead she took a sip of her drink and pretended as if nothing was wrong.

Sydney narrowed her eyes at Rio. "Does your mood have something to do with Gina working at Fitness Earth?"

Rio didn't say anything, but Gina detected a slight wince. London and Rome watched with interest until London's phone rang. He glanced at it with a frown.

"Is it the MacLeans?" Rome asked.

London nodded. "Looks like we have another hiccup. We'll have to go back to the office after dinner."

Rome groaned.

Rio jolted upright in his chair, letting out a yelp. His fork clattered down to his plate. He glared at Sydney. "What was that for?" He reached down to rub his shin.

"How many times did I warn you?" she asked.

"Warn him about what?" Rome asked.

"My golden rule," Sydney said.

Rome's brows raised in question at Rio. "You broke her golden rule?"

Gina wanted to ask what the golden rule was since everyone seemed to know what it was except her.

"I didn't break your rule," Rio snapped.

A man with strawberry-blonde hair came into the room and sat at the table. He immediately began heaping food onto his plate while the others continued their squabble. He was hard not to notice with his tall frame and fair complexion that was at odds with the other men. His few-day-old beard was two shades lighter and brought out the intense icy flecks in his brilliant-blue eyes. He was dressed in flannel and jeans and looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Since no one seemed surprised at his sudden appearance, she assumed the newcomer was Eddy.

She marveled at how different all of the siblings looked.

Eddy glanced up from his plate and looked at her, confused. She was about to introduce herself, thinking that was the reason for the odd look, but then he said, "I'm more of a dog person."

Why was he talking about dogs? She glanced at Sydney, who grinned. "Your pajamas," she explained.

Horrified, Gina glanced down, remembering she was still in her pajamas. She had only meant to go outside and take a brisk walk, not have dinner with Sydney's family. Rio's frown quirked up into a smile. Well, she could either run out embarrassed or she could pretend nothing was wrong. And since Rio was watching her, she decided to overcome her embarrassment.

"I like cats," Gina said to Eddy. "They are independent and don't give a fig what others think of them."

She smiled and picked up her glass, sipping the strong liquid that burned a path down to her belly. If nothing else, the alcohol would make her nice and toasty for her walk home, which would hopefully be soon.

Chapter 13

Rio watched Gina from across the table. Leave it to Eddy to completely embarrass a person. She obviously had forgotten she was wearing pajamas. Knowing Sydney, she probably shanghaied Gina before Gina could change. He didn't doubt that for a second. How many times had Sydney done the same thing to him?

He needed to speak to Gina alone. They had to clear the air. If she had worn her uniform to his gym, then she might not be the spy he accused her of being. And what happened to his notebook? Rio wasn't sure about either point, but maybe if he talked to her again, he might understand. He just needed to get rid of the others.

London and Rome would head back to the office as soon as they finished dinner. Eddy would wander off like he always did, returning days later. Sydney was the one he had to shake off. A near-impossible task, especially since she was mad at him.

He ate, biding his time and working out a plan. He tried not to notice how Gina's eyes shimmered when she smiled at one of Eddy's lame jokes. He tried not to notice how a lock of hair brushed against her cheek. She moved it away with her hand only to have it fall back as soon as she took her hand away.

Why did he have to like her? Not only did she work for his competition, but she was Sydney's friend. Both meant she was off-limits. Was that why he liked her? Forbidden fruit or some such nonsense?

Rio had to speak to her and resolve the issue if only for his own sanity. Plus, once Sydney befriended someone, they were in the friendship for the long haul. She didn't let go easily, which meant this wouldn't be the last time he saw Gina.

Rio jabbed at the food on his plate, waiting for the right moment.

"Where have you been?" Sydney asked Eddy. "You leave for days at a time and no one can reach you."

He glanced up between loaded forkfuls of food. "I already told you, it's none of your business."

"Sydney is just worried about you," Rome said, tossing his napkin onto his empty plate. "Where have you been sleeping?"

Eddy took another bite before saying, "None of your business."

Sydney grimaced. "You're shacking up with a girl."

Eddy didn't say anything, just continued to eat. Eddy always had a huge appetite. He was known for eating an entire bag of groceries in a day. There had been many extra trips to the store due to Eddy and his stomach. But something seemed off. Eddy never used to be secretive. The fact that he only came home for mandatory meals, yet all of his stuff was still in his room, meant something was going on. Rio wasn't sure it had anything to do with a girl.

But Eddy was an adult. He was allowed his privacy.

Eddy pushed back from the table and stood.

"Where are you going?" Sydney asked.

"None of your business."

"Eddy—"

"Sydney, I don't need a mom. Never have, never will." Eddy walked out of the dining room, and a few seconds later the elevator dinged.

Sydney sat back, distraught. Rio felt bad for her. Eddy and Sydney had been a tight pair growing up. It was only recently that Eddy had been drifting off, leaving Sydney alone. Which is why she had started spending more time at the gym. And then met Gina, which then led to chaos. So, really, this entire mess was Eddy's fault.

London stood and patted Sydney on the shoulder. "Don't let him get to you."

"I don't understand why he's pushing all of us away," she said.

"Sometimes people just need space," Rome said.

"But why would he think I'm trying to be his mother?" she asked. "I'm only concerned."

London shook his head. "Just let it go. Rome, are you ready?"

"Yeah." He stood and followed London out of the dining room.

Sydney looked to Rio. "Aren't you worried about him?"

"I wouldn't say worried. London and Rome are right. Just give him space. He'll come around."

She huffed and folded her arms. "Something is wrong, and I'm going to find out what."

"While you figure it out, I'm going back to work."

"Not you too," she whined. "I'm surrounded by workaholics."

"Gina, I can walk you home," Rio said.

"Oh no you don't," Sydney said. "You can't walk her home like nothing happened. I'll make sure she gets home safely."

Gina stood. "Thank you for dinner and an interesting night," she said to Sydney. "I don't live far away, so I'll be fine on my own."

Rio didn't miss the stress she put on those last few words.

"Will I see you tomorrow at class?" Sydney asked.

Gina glanced at Rio before saying, "No. But if you want to grab coffee sometime, I'd like that."

Sydney nodded. "I'd like that too."

When Gina turned to put on her coat, Sydney glared at Rio. "We'll talk about this later," she whispered, but it came out more like a threat.

Gina said goodbye to Sydney and walked toward the elevator. Rio followed, grabbing his coat on the way. Gina didn't say anything while they rode down to the first floor.

But as soon as they were out on the lamp-lit road, she turned to him. "I know you aren't concerned for my safety, so what's this about? Would you like to yell at me some more for being a top-secret gym spy?"

"Why didn't you tell me you worked for Fitness Earth?"

"Because it didn't come up, and I didn't think it was important."

"It was important. At least to me."

Snow began falling, dusting the street with delicate white fluff. He would have admired it more if he was inside instead of freezing outside. Gina shivered, clutching her coat tighter against her.

Gina began walking toward her street. He followed. Rio wasn't exactly sure what to say. He was a bit torn about what happened.

"Why are you following me?" she asked.

"If something happened to you, Sydney would kill me in my sleep."

"I don't think so. She'd want to inflict the most pain while you are awake."

He laughed. "You've gotten to know my sister well in a short time."

"Some people I understand right away and others I'll never understand." While her tone wasn't confrontational, he felt guilty. But there was nothing to feel guilty about. Even if her motives were pure, she should have at least had the courtesy of telling him who she worked for.

They walked in silence until they reached her red-brick building.

"I'll get you the money I owe you later this week, if that's okay," he said.

"Even though I'm a spy?" she questioned.

"You did the work and . . . Listen, I realize you and Sydney are friends. I'm willing to forget the whole thing. I don't want this hanging over us."

In part, it was the truth. While he wanted answers, he knew he wasn't going to get them. It was better to move on.

"Thank you, but it will always hang over us," she said. "The only thing I did wrong was not tell you who I work for. I truly didn't think it was a big deal. But from your standpoint, I understand why it was."

Rio gave a nod. "Have a good night," he said, and he walked away.

* * *

Gina dragged herself to work the next morning. She hadn't slept at all. Just tossed and turned, rehashing the night and every sentence and word Rio said to her. He'd said, "Have a good night," and left. How in the heck was she supposed to have a good night after that?

She thought about all the things she should have said. She thought about how his family looked nothing alike and the comment from Eddy about not having a mother. Were they from foster families? That would explain why they didn't look alike. But it wasn't like she could ask. How did someone delicately approach that subject?

And then she thought of how handsome Rio looked under the soft glow of the street lamps. His eyes were smoky and dark, a contrast to the snow that fell around them. And she knew if she had taken a few steps closer to him, she would have been able to feel heat radiating from him. She had wanted to bury her hands under his coat.

She sighed and walked into Fitness Earth. As always, she greeted the front desk staff. Gina knew their names but not much more than that. Fitness Earth didn't have the same team vibe as Rhythm and Body. She would never see Gordon fixing machines or helping his staff like Rio did. Even Claudette helped fix things, but Gina suspected that was because she wanted to be near Rio. Gina didn't blame her.

Gina opened her office door and sat down at the desk. Mondays sucked. There were times she enjoyed her job and times she felt like a drone. Today was the latter. But maybe that was because she'd had zero sleep.

She turned on the computer and yawned as it booted up. Rio's office was more welcoming than her sterile office. Sure, her chair was cushiony. But there was something charming about his mismatched furniture.

"Oh, good. You're here," Gordon said, peeking into her office. "I'll need the weekend numbers to see if my ads are working."

"Okay. I can have them in a half hour." If only the hamsters in her computer would wake up.

"I also have a meeting later this morning," he said. "I might be spending serious coin on a new machine."

Great. Monday was already racing down the track while she was still lacing her shoes.

"I'll get you the account balances."

"You look a little tired," he said. "Maybe you should try one of the energy drinks we're stocking. They're on sale."

But no employee discount. Rio would have made his tired employee a smoothie for free. But maybe that's why Rio's finances were hurting and Gordon was sitting on a gold pile.

And why was she obsessing about a man who clearly had no interest in her and suspected her of being a spy? Did she have no sense at all? Was she just desperate and pathetic?

Yes.

Yes, she was.

When was the last time she'd had a date? She didn't know. Her sister was the one who tracked that information. Tina always hounded Gina, stating she had to go out before dust accumulated.

Maybe she should try online dating. That might shake off some dust. And cause serious anxiety issues.

Gina sighed and typed her password into the accounting software.

She printed the reports for Gordon and placed them on his desk, noting his office was devoid of anything fun, similar to hers. Maybe she could go buy something at lunch. Even a sparkly pen might perk her up.

Gina was just about to return to her office when she saw something on Gordon's desk. It was a worn spiral notebook. It couldn't possibly be Rio's. But as she opened it, she knew it was. She recognized Rio's slanted handwriting.

Gordon walked into the office and noticed she had opened the notebook. "That's the design I'm plunking down money for. Do you have my reports?"

Gina pointed to the papers on his desk, then asked, "Where did you get this notebook?"

"A guy brought it in over the weekend. Why?"

"What's his name?"

Gordon paused, eyeing her questioningly. "Why?'

"This notebook is stolen property."

"It's going to be my property in less than an hour." He glanced at the report, then wrote a name on a sticky note and handed it to Gina. "Cut a check to this guy for five thousand."

She read the name. Cash Lawson.

"Gordon, you can't buy this notebook. It was stolen."

He sighed and leaned back. "From who?"

"Rio Reese."

"The owner of Rhythm and Body?"

"Yes. This is his idea book, and it was stolen."

His brows furrowed together. "How do you know this?"

"Because he accused me of stealing it."

"Was he in here? Why would he accuse you?"

"I was taking classes there." Gina didn't want to admit to helping Rio with his finances. Gordon didn't need to know that.

Gordon tapped his fingers on the desk. "You broke a clause in your contract and now a competitor is accusing you of theft?"

"I didn't steal anything. Cash Lawson did."

"Gina, this is serious."

"I know. You have stolen property. We have to return it to Rio."

He muttered a curse. "Gina, you aren't understanding. You're fired."

"What?"

"You broke a clause in your contract."

"What clause?" Gina racked her memory, but she couldn't think of anything.

Gordon walked over to a tall filing cabinet and pulled out a manila file with her name on it. He set it down and thumbed through the pages until he found it. "Here."

She leaned over to read.

Employees may not be members, temporary members, or day-pass users of any competitor of Fitness Earth Inc. Employees found breaking this clause will be subject to immediate termination. All accrued hours, vacation, and benefits will be paid in full following termination.

"I just wanted to take the classes," she said.

He scrubbed his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, Gina, but I have to abide by the contract. My lawyer was very adamant about it. If I start making exceptions, I open myself up to potential liabilities down the road."

Gina tried to process what Gordon was saying and the rush of emotions she felt. She was fired?

"I'll need you to clear out your desk now and leave all of your passwords and keys."

She glanced at him, dumbfounded. She didn't even remember that clause.

"Do you need a box?" Gordon asked. He didn't seem like he was enjoying this. He actually looked a little pained. It made her feel an ounce better, but not much more. She shook her head.

Walking back to her office, she fished her keys out of her purse and dropped the entrance key and office key onto the desk. She then wrote down a few passwords on the notebook next to her mouse. Opening the bottom desk drawer, she took the few personal items she kept at the office and stuffed them into her purse. The entire process took her less than five minutes. She put on her coat and picked up her purse, giving her office one last glance. She couldn't say she'd miss it, but it was a paycheck. What was she going to do now?

Gordon met her at the door.

He gave her a handwritten check. "This should cover all of your hours and vacation. I made it for a little more, just in case."

Numbly, she folded it and put it into her pocket. "The notebook?"

"I'll take care of it."

Gina gave a nod and pushed the door open, walking out into the cold morning air. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she go tell Rio what happened? Would he believe her? She didn't even have the notebook to return. What did Gordon mean when he said he'd take care of it? From his tone, she was sure he wouldn't pay the money to Cash. With so many questions, she decided not to go home. She needed time to process what had happened.

Gina walked across the street to a café and sat down at a window table.
Chapter 14

Rio glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the morning and he was only just sitting down at his desk. Two employees had called in sick with the flu. He trusted that they were telling the truth and not just trying to get a day off. If that was the case, more employees would soon fall prey to illness.

He spent the morning taking over some of their duties while sanitizing as many door handles and other high-traffic areas as he could. After he replied to emails, he would make a round of green juice shots boosted with vitamin C for the staff.

Tammy poked her head into his office. "I forgot to tell you, but I set a message on your desk."

Rio glanced down at his desk to see the sticky note. "Thank you. Have you heard from Hulk today?"

She shook her head. "No, he hasn't called. Do you think he has the flu too?"

"Maybe."

Rio was beginning to worry about Hulk. Not showing up to work and skipping his exercise routines wasn't like him.

He would sit down with Hulk once he arrived and find out what was going on. If Hulk was having a problem, Rio would try to help. Hulk had helped Rio start the gym, and he wanted to return the favor.

Rio picked up the note and read the name. Surprised, he read the name again. Gordon Weiss. Why was he calling? Did this have something to do with Gina? Did Gina tell him what Rio had accused her of?

Rio set the note down and turned on his laptop. He would call Gordon later. Right now, he had other business to take care of. With two people down and Hulk MIA, he had his hands full. He was hoping there were replies to the accountant ad he'd placed. He glanced through the emails, happy to find there were six résumés.

Tammy poked her head in again. "Claudette just called in sick. She has the flu too. Do you want me to post cancellation notices?"

They were dropping like flies.

If it had been any other class, he might have subbed for her, but not belly dancing.

"Yes, please. I'll post it on the website."

So, instead of reviewing résumés, Rio logged into the website to post an update. Once that was done, he looked at the note again. What could Gordon want? A phone call would give Rio answers, but he was hesitant to make it. What if it was about Gina?

Rio leaned back with a sigh. It was hard to judge a situation by phone alone. He'd feel better if he could talk to Gordon face-to-face. But that would mean he'd have to go to Fitness Earth and see Gina again.

Rio stood, realizing he still hadn't had breakfast and time was quickly running away from him. If he was going to survive the day, he'd need to eat something besides a smoothie and salad.

Rio walked to the front desk. "Tammy, will you be okay for a little bit while I grab something to eat?"

"Yes. I'll be fine."

"Do you want me to pick something up for you?"

"No, I brought lunch."

"Call if you need anything."

She nodded.

Rio grabbed his coat and walked out, knowing exactly the direction he was headed.

* * *

Gina sipped her coffee near the café window and watched to see if Cash would arrive at Fitness Earth. She knew she was just stalling, but going home meant she'd have to face the reality that she was unemployed.

She knew she was being stupid. Just as she was going to give up and head home, Rio walked by. He didn't see her as his gaze was pointed directly at Fitness Earth. What was he doing here? Had Gordon called him? Gordon did say he would handle it.

It made her feel a little better knowing Gordon had kept his word. She smiled. Rio would know she didn't steal anything. But even when she thought of that, she became depressed. It really didn't change anything. She was still unemployed. Why was she even wasting her time with this? Gina had to find a job.

She stood to head home. There was a résumé to update.

* * *

Rio followed Gordon into his office, noticing an office next to his. He had expected to see Gina, but she wasn't there.

"I wasn't expecting you to come here, but I'm glad you did," Gordon said, pointing to a chair for Rio to sit.

Rio still wasn't sure why he'd come instead of calling. But there were too many concerns looming over him. "I was in the area," he lied, sitting in the offered chair.

The office furniture was standard stock found at any office supply store. The chairs were an ergonomic nightmare. He wondered how Gina kept good posture sitting in these all day.

"What's this about?" Rio asked.

Gordon reached into his desk drawer and brought out a notebook. His notebook. Rio stared at it, horrified. So, Gina had stolen it after all.

"I can see you recognize it," Gordon said.

"That's my notebook. Where's Gina?" He was going to demand answers. She was so believable, lying right to his face.

"I had to let her go."

Obviously Gordon had some sense, not wanting a thief in his employ . . . but Rio had originally thought Gordon had been behind this. Why would he fire someone that helped him?

"Why did you fire her?" Rio asked.

"That's between me and her. What I can tell you is that she recognized the notebook and let me know it was stolen."

Rio was confused. "I thought she stole it."

Gordon shook his head. "No, but as soon as she told me, I knew I had to get this straightened out." He tapped the notebook. "The design is genius, but it's missing a few necessary details."

"I wasn't finished with it yet."

"Do you have an engineer who will help you with this?"

"No, I hadn't gotten that far."

Gordon smiled. "I think I can help. I know the perfect person. They helped design a few of our products." Rio shook his head, but Gordon didn't stop. "You have the design, let me cover the rest."

"I'm not looking for a partner."

"You don't have the capital to finish this."

"How do you know? Did Gina tell you something?"

"She didn't tell me anything. But I've been in business long enough to know you're scraping by. You need money for this project. If done right, we can get this equipment into every home, every gym, and worldwide. I have the money and the experience; you have the design." When Rio didn't respond, Gordon continued, "Listen, I don't like having competition, and partnering with you means I could make you tons of money to be an even greater competitor, but I'm so impressed by this design that I'm willing to shoot myself in the foot. Don't reject my offer down without thinking about it. If you need time, just say so."

"I need time." Rio's head was spinning.

Evelyn had offered her money he could use to fund the project, but he didn't know anything else. He didn't have an engineer or marketing expertise. But he wasn't comfortable just handing the design over to Gordon either. However, the guy did seem like he was trying to do the right thing and not just steal his design. Speaking of which . . .

"Who gave you my notebook?"

"He should be here any moment. I suggest you stick around. We can talk more until then."

Rio didn't want to talk any more. He felt as though he was being squeezed from both sides. Gina wasn't the person he had accused her of being. He needed to apologize to her. And who the hell had stolen his notebook?

"Do you want me to call the police so you can press charges?" Gordon asked.

Rio rubbed his jaw, unsure of what to do. He wanted some sort of justice. The guy had made a huge mess of things, but to press charges?

"Yeah," Rio said, making up his mind.

The man was a thief. If Gordon hadn't been honest, Rio would've been screwed. Plus, who would the guy steal from next?

Gordon picked up the phone and called the local police station. He gave them instructions to keep their presence invisible so that they didn't spook the man. After he ended the call, he said, "They should be here in a couple of minutes. I suggest you and the police go into Gina's office. You can listen in on the intercom. When you feel you've heard enough, you can give the police the go-ahead."

Rio stood. "I'll go to her office now in case he comes early."

"Press the orange button on the phone as soon as you get inside. It'll come right to my phone. Just keep it on."

Rio stretched out his hand to Gordon. "Thank you."

Gordon shook it but then said, "You can thank me by agreeing to my offer and by hiring Gina. She's a good accountant."

"I know she's good, but I can't."

"I saw you're looking for an accountant."

"You saw my ad?"

"Always know what the competition is doing."

* * *

Gina was nearly to her door when Mrs. Treglown peeked out. Seeing that it was Gina, she opened her door wider. "Why are you home from work? Not feeling good? This cold, damp weather is getting a lot of people sick. I was just making some soup. Come in and I'll get you a bowl."

Gina shook her head. Gina really didn't want to confide in her neighbor. Mrs. Treglown meant well, but Gina was still trying to process what had happened.

"I'm just taking the afternoon off," Gina said. Eventually Mrs. Treglown would figure out Gina lied.

"I have a few calls to make and errands to run," Gina added to the lie, feeling both bad at lying and miserable that she felt the need to do so.

Gina was tired of everything. She was tired of bosses. Tired of working for someone else to get rich off of her hard labor. Tired of letting others use her skills and not giving anything back except for a mediocre paycheck.

Gina unlocked her door and, before shutting out the world, she turned to Mrs. Treglown. "We'll catch up soon."

"Okay, dear."

Gina smiled as the woman ducked back into her apartment and closed the door. Gina did the same, kicking off her shoes and stripping off her uniform. What was she supposed to do with her closet of green polo shirts? She wanted to burn them, but since she didn't have a fireplace and didn't want to burn down the building, she grabbed a garbage bag from under the sink and tossed her shirt into it, then proceeded to her bedroom to chuck out the rest. She weeded through her dirty clothes basket and her closet, making sure to find each item and place it into the trash. She felt better and yet a little sadder when she was done.

Gina opened her pajama drawer and found her favorite and most hideous pajamas. The soft blue-and-yellow-checkered fabric was like velvet on her skin. The teapots and teacups that decorated every inch were faded. She sighed when she slipped them on. It was like a hug.

Plopping down on the couch, she buried herself under a blanket. She needed to think about her next step, yet she didn't want to.

Chapter 15

Rio was sure his heart had stopped beating for several seconds. He had been sitting in Gina's empty office when he heard the familiar voice coming through the intercom. It had to be a mistake, but the more he listened, the more he knew it wasn't a mistake. Hulk had stolen his notebook for a fat payout. But why? Rio thought they were friends. How could Hulk do this to him?

Rio listened to the conversation for clues, but it ended as quickly as it had begun. Gordon said he would grab the check for Hulk, and then Gordon popped his head into the office, indicating Rio should turn off the intercom. Rio reached over and pressed the orange button on the phone.

"Do you want to talk to him, or have him arrested?" Gordon asked. "He's not suspicious yet. I just told him I had to get a check from the accountant."

Rio wanted answers, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to confront Hulk. His emotions had gone from shock to confusion to anger. Rio had accused Gina only to find the man he trusted most at the gym was the one who stole it. He had hurt Gina instead of giving her the benefit of the doubt as he had with his staff. Blood pounded through his body, making his temples throb and his hands clench.

"Let me talk to him," Rio finally said, taking a deep breath. He walked to the door, keeping his emotions in check. He had to treat this as business theft and not a bullet wound to his chest.

Gordon stepped out of the way. "If you need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you." Rio walked past him and into Gordon's office. Hulk was sitting uncomfortably in a guest chair. The standard office furniture was not designed with Hulk's bulging muscular frame in mind. Hulk was staring at the notebook that laid on top of the desk. Rio rounded the desk and picked up the notebook.

"Why did you do it?" Rio asked.

Hulk scrambled to stand, knocking the chair over. "What are you doing here?"

"Gordon called me. Gina recognized the notebook I had accused her of stealing." Rio paused, hoping Hulk would explain. Maybe Hulk needed a kidney and had to get money. Rio would have given him the notebook.

Hulk didn't say anything, just stared wide-eyed at Rio.

"I hurt Gina, and all along it was you. Was it just about the money? Are you in financial trouble?"

Hulk didn't answer and instead rushed to the door to escape, only to find two officers were blocking him. Hulk slightly raised his hands as if in surrender and turned back to Rio. "I'm sorry. You got your notebook back and no harm was done. Just let me go. You won't see me again. I promise."

"Why did you do it?" When Hulk didn't answer, Rio sighed. "If you can't be honest with me, then maybe you can be honest when you're under oath."

"But you got your notebook."

"It doesn't change the fact that you stole it and were trying to profit from it."

"I needed money. I'm sorry. Really I am."

"What did you need money for?"

Hulk averted his eyes and mumbled something.

"I didn't hear that."

Hulk hesitantly glanced back at the officers before saying, "Stackers."

Rio cursed. "You know that isn't allowed in the gym."

"I never brought it to the gym."

"But you took it."

Rio hated the use of anabolic steroids. They were horrid and addictive. Hulk must already be addicted if he was willing to steal to buy them. Rio had hopes that his gym could be about overall health, not just muscles. How had he not seen that Hulk was using?

And now what was he supposed to do? Have his friend arrested? The thought of it sickened him. He didn't want to be responsible for the downfall of a friend. But didn't Hulk already choose that path when he stole? Still, it didn't feel right.

Hulk needed help, but it wasn't from Rio.

"If you start rehab, I'll forget all about this," Rio said.

"I can't. Not right now." Hulk looked to Rio for understanding, but Rio was tapped out.

"You knew the consequence when you took drugs and stole from me. You either go with the police or to rehab. Those are your choices."

"I'll lose everything. What about the competition next month?"

"You'd get disqualified anyway if they find out you're using."

"I worked hard to get to this level."

"With the use of drugs."

Didn't he understand a true athlete didn't need drugs? They got stronger from hard work and long hours at the gym.

"You can go to the competition next year. Get clean and do it the right way."

Rio could see the anger flare up inside of Hulk. Rio understood his disappointment. Rio had worked hard to enter in a competition when he was eighteen, but he broke his leg a day before he was scheduled to compete. It was a bitter pill to swallow. But he survived, and so would Hulk.

"Just let me go to the competition," Hulk said. "Then I'll go to rehab."

It wasn't as if Rio was uncaring. He felt his friend's suffering. But as London always said, the strongest people hit bottom before rising up. Rio believed him. And wasn't Hulk teetering on the brink of falling to the bottom?

"Go to rehab. You can come back and work at the gym once you're clean. I'll take care of your apartment until then. We'll train together to compete next year."

Rio wasn't exactly sure how he'd finagle Hulk's apartment. Right now he was strapped for cash.

Hulk reluctantly nodded. "I'll go to rehab."

Relieved, Rio told the police he wouldn't press charges and would take Cash to rehab right away. But when Rio went to hail a taxi, Hulk shoved past him and raced down the street, accidentally knocking a woman over. Rio jogged over to aid the woman.

"Are you okay?" he asked, helping her to stand and retrieving her purse from the ground.

"I think so," she said, a little disorientated.

When Rio felt confident she wouldn't fall over from dizziness, he walked back to Fitness Earth.

"Pulled a fast one on you, didn't he?" Gordon asked, sounding a little amused and a lot like he'd known exactly what was going to happen.

"He ran down the street before I could stop him."

Gordon nodded. "Had a friend like him a few years back. I tried to help, but it only came back to punch me in the face. Best thing I ever did was to let him go and carry on with my life."

"So, I just let him off the hook?" Rio asked.

"He's not off the hook. Not by a mile. Trust me, he'll make his own life miserable."

Rio didn't want Cash to be miserable. He just wanted him to go get help and own up to what he did.

"Do yourself a favor," Gordon said. "Carry mace with you. That boy is jacked up on serious steroids and I suspect other drugs as well. He'll return, and he'll be angry. He'll be looking to put the blame on someone for ruining his life."

"I'm not trying to ruin his life."

"Guys like Cash don't see it that way," Gordon said, pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal a long, jagged wound on his side.

* * *

The next day, Gina sat on the couch with her computer. It was her first official day of unemployment. She searched through the help-wanted postings and saw both Gordon and Rio had listings for an accountant. A slap in the face would have been kinder.

Last night she had wanted to call her sister and talk about her situation. But the wound was still too fresh. So, instead, she had watched a movie marathon and fell asleep on the couch. But this morning, while still feeling a little bruised and weary, she also was determined to get back on her feet. She wasn't the only one who'd ever been fired. She'd survive.

But as she searched the dismal listings, she became worried. There weren't a lot of opportunities. Most of them were for temporary agencies, or they were entry level. She really didn't want to go backwards. If she had to move on, she wanted it to be forward. But if there were no jobs to help advance her, what was she to do?

Gina supposed she could apply for an entry-level job and wait until something better came along. However, the temporary jobs intrigued her. What would it be like to work somewhere new for a week or two, maybe a month or a day? It would certainly spice up her drab routine, but it came without security, benefits, or decent pay.

With a sigh, she shut her laptop. What she needed now was to burn off a little nervous energy. But Fitness Earth and Rhythm and Body were off-limits. And it was freezing outside.

Gina turned on the TV and navigated to the search area to find fitness programs. But what she found was either really outdated or junk. She then looked online to find there were apps that she could download for a monthly subscription fee, but being unemployed, she really didn't want to go down that avenue. What she wanted was a live class in the comfort of her own home.

She wondered if there was a market for it. Rio's gym would be perfect for a live-streaming fitness channel. She could see him pulling it off. Not only could he include it in his membership, but he could also charge a subscription fee for those who weren't members. He had enough classes to keep it interesting.

But what about night owls or those in a different time zone? There couldn't be live sessions at all times. And then it came to her. They could archive old sessions and keep them on a permanent backlog. The number of videos they could have would be astronomical.

Gina scolded herself. What was she thinking? Rio wanted nothing to do with her. He certainly wouldn't want her stupid ideas either.

She stretched and padded to the bathroom to take a shower and think. Things were always clearer after a hot shower.

* * *

Hulk ran until his legs burned and he couldn't breathe. He stopped, gasping for air. His breath came out in white puffs, frozen from the dropping temperature. He would have preferred to run in the gym where it was warm, but he was without a gym temporarily.

Damn Rio!

At first, he had felt bad for taking Rio's journal and trying to sell it, but now that feeling was replaced with anger. It burned through his body.

The rage that had been a constant simmer ignited with an intensity that he hadn't experienced before. He knew it was a side effect of the doping, and he had been previously able to control it. But now, it consumed him. He had to find a way to use up this extra energy. Normally, he would have gone to the gym and pounded out a few rounds on the bags. Now he was no longer welcome, especially after running away. Hulk clenched his fists until they ached.

What was he to do? He needed money for rent. He also had to pay for his way to the competition in San Diego. He had spent the last of his money on a bag of stackers.

He walked down the street; the icy air didn't dampen the fury that built inside him.

"Hey, Hulk!"

He turned around to find Sydney hurrying down the sidewalk as best as she could in high heels. Did she know what had happened? From her smile, he didn't think so.

He had always thought Sydney was pretty even though his usual appetite swung toward ditzy blondes in tight workout clothes. There was something about her cheerfulness and wide blue eyes that drew him in. Plus, she was fit, which made him very interested. Hulk knew she liked him. It would have been easy to have a one-off with her. The only reason he had stayed away from her was out of respect for Rio.

"I was heading out to lunch," she said. "I haven't seen you for a while. How have you been?"

"I've been busy," he said, eyeing her in a new light. He wondered what she was wearing under her long blue coat.

"Do you want to join me for lunch?" she asked.

What he wanted to do was burn off a little steam. "I have a better idea," he said, wrapping his arm around her and steering her to his apartment.

Chapter 16

It was late afternoon when Rio downloaded the contract Gordon's lawyers had drafted. They used large, complicated words he was fairly sure weren't in the dictionary. Even so, he did understand most of it. Gordon would put up the money to make a prototype and begin manufacturing and distributing. In exchange, he would receive seventy percent of the profits, and Rio would receive the remaining thirty. Rio had been hoping for more, but he understood Gordon would be shelling out thousands of dollars to even get the prototype made. Rio had nothing to contribute except for the design. Plus, Rio was relying on Gordon's experience. He thought the contract was fair, but he still wanted to make sure.

Rio thought about asking London to look over the contract. London was always having contracts drawn up when he purchased companies. But while London meant well, he also tended to take over. Still, Rio didn't want pride to get in his way of making a sound decision, and he couldn't afford a lawyer. Rio made the decision to speak with London that night.

Claudette walked into his office and perched on the side of his desk. She looked a little worse for wear after the flu but was healthy enough to come back to work. "So, it's true?"

"Is what true?" Rio asked, still muddled by all the lawyer lingo.

"Hulk is gone?"

Rio had only told staff that Hulk no longer worked at the gym. He left it at that. The guy had a drug problem. Gossip wouldn't help him.

"Yes."

"What happened?" Claudette asked. "I thought he'd be a lifer."

So had Rio. Obviously he was wrong about a lot of things. He still hadn't apologized to Gina. He was working up the courage. She had every right to toss a potted plant at his head, although he couldn't see her doing so. She was much more level-headed than any of the Reese siblings.

"I can't really talk about it," Rio said. "Let's just say he made some choices and then I had to make choices."

"Sounds like a fight. What was it about?"

"That's between him and me."

He still wasn't sure what to do about Hulk, but maybe Hulk's running off was for the best. Rio wanted nothing more to do with the situation. Rio's designs were still his property, and if it hadn't been for Hulk, Gordon would have never seen them and offered a partnership. So, maybe, in a way, he should thank Hulk.

"You're here a little early," Rio said. "Class doesn't start for a couple of hours."

"You're changing the subject, but that's okay. If you must know, I'm hoping to use the studio. I'm working on a new routine. I think it will help some of the new students, like Gina."

Rio winced. There was her name again. It was as if everywhere he turned, there was a whisper of her, reminding him that he'd majorly screwed up. He had to apologize. Gordon said to offer her a job, but would she even want to see him? She probably thought Rio was the type of boss to regularly accuse his employees of things they didn't do.

No, there were too many balls in the air right now. He had Gordon, Hulk, and a business that needed a reboot. But he knew Gina would weigh on his mind until he made things right. But how? And what if she needed space right now? Rio knew that was the case with him when he was angry. And Gina had to be steaming mad.

"I see you're in another world," Claudette said. "Go talk to her."

"Who?" Rio asked warily.

"Whoever got you in this melancholy state. I've never seen you like this before. Makes me a little jealous," she teased.

Claudette had always been easy to talk to. If not for her amazing figure, he'd forget she wasn't just one of the guys. Why couldn't he fall for her? It'd make life a lot easier.

"I screwed up," he said.

"You're a guy. It happens. What did you do?"

"This doesn't leave the office."

Her eyes lit up. "Do tell."

"I accused someone of theft, and later I found out I was wrong. And she lost her job on top of—"

"Gina?" Her eyes widened.

He was going to deny it, but it felt good to let someone in. "How did you know?"

"Please." She waved a hand at him. "I've seen the way you look at her. If you messed up, it had to be with her."

"How do I look at her?" he asked, hoping he didn't look like a love-sick puppy. As it was, he was beginning to feel that way, and it was not a comfortable feeling.

"You look at her like there's no one else in the room. Very focused."

"Like a stalker." God, that was worse.

"No," she laughed. "Not like a stalker. It's actually very sweet. Caring. So, why don't you go talk to her?"

"I will."

"But your pride is getting in the way? Just say you're sorry. Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness." Claudette smiled. "I'd love it if a guy did that for me."

Rio had a feeling he would have to do just that with Gina.

"You're chicken," Claudette stated.

He couldn't deny it. "I have a few things to do first."

"Unless it's buying her flowers and jewelry, you're stalling."

Rio frowned at her. "Don't you have to get to work?"

She laughed.

* * *

Gina hit the print button on her document and leaned back with a smile of accomplishment. She had taken her idea of the live-streaming video and made it into a proposal. She couldn't get the idea out of her head, and now she knew why. She wanted to be a part of it. This was something that could make money and give her the type of opportunity she was looking for.

She had investigated local gyms, but the only one that worked well with her idea was Rhythm and Body. She nearly scrapped the idea, but Rio had to know she wasn't the notebook thief by now. And while she was hesitant to work with him, this idea was too good to pass up. Plus, the possible partnership contract would be drafted with clauses in case things went south.

Working with him would be difficult at first. But she would get through it, and she hoped he would too.

Gina felt good about this. She wouldn't have a boss any longer. She'd have a business partner. She smiled and grabbed the ten-page document from her printer. It was beautiful with charts and statistics. She took it and placed it in a shiny black portfolio folder.

What would she do if he said no—or slammed the door in her face?

Gina felt sick to her stomach, but she wasn't ready to give up. This was a really good idea that would benefit them both.

She stood from her corner desk and slipped on her coat. She yanked on mittens and pulled a hat down over her ears.

Tucking the folder under her arm, Gina headed out. She tried not to allow fear to overcome her. It was just self-doubt, which she'd have to get over. She'd never succeed if she didn't at least try. Plus, she had bills to pay, and entry-level salaries couldn't pay her mortgage.

Gina walked with purpose, as if she was brave and not quaking in her coat. As she neared the gym, she tried to think of exactly what she would say to Rio. She had to be strong and bold. Yet she was timid and nervous. What if he dismissed her? And why did she care so much?

She hated being timid. Successful people weren't timid. They took chances and were brave. She held onto that thought as she opened the door to the gym. Gina marched to the front desk. "Is Rio here? I need to speak with him."

Tammy nodded. "He's in, but he's in a meeting with Claudette." The girl leaned over and whispered, "Closed door, if you catch my drift."

Gina wasn't sure if she wanted to catch her drift, but the thought was implanted anyway. So much for Rio and his employee-relations policy. Gina knew it shouldn't have hurt her as much as it did. She and Rio were nothing to each other, and yet it felt as though she were kicked in the gut by an angry mule.

No matter. Gina wasn't here because of her infatuation with him. She was here because of her plan. And it was a good one. Rio's gym would suit her purposes perfectly. She'd just have to get over this crush—or whatever it was. Then she could succeed and finally be able to afford a decent salon.

Gina handed the folder to the Tammy. "Please see that Rio gets this when he's . . . finished." Nausea churned in her stomach.

"Okay," she said happily.

Well, that was as far as Gina was going to get. She might as well go relax at home and think of plan B, C, and D, just in case. Maybe she'd stop at the store first and pick up something to help ease the headache that was beginning to form.

As she walked down the street, her mind was preoccupied with all thoughts of Rio and her disgust at having such thoughts, especially him being "in a meeting" with Claudette in his office. Then she noticed a familiar figure up ahead. It was Sydney. Dear lord, couldn't she take a walk without bumping into Sydney?

Gina thought to avoid her. It would have been easy since Sydney was facing the other way, but there was something about her posture that wasn't quite right. Sydney was about a block ahead and moving slowly. Perhaps it wasn't Sydney, but as Gina caught up to her, her doubt vanished and concern took over.

"Sydney?" Gina asked, jogging the rest of the way to her.

Sydney didn't turn around, so Gina walked close to her. Sydney sniffled.

"Are you okay?"

Sydney nodded, but Gina didn't believe her.

"What's going on?" Gina asked. "Do you need help?"

When Sydney didn't say anything, Gina stepped in front of her, stopping her. That's when she noticed Sydney's tear-streaked face. Her cheek was swollen, and she had a cut lip.

"What happened?" Gina asked.

Sydney shook her head and tried to step away. Gina wouldn't allow it.

"Who did this to you?" Gina asked.

Gina couldn't see one of Sydney's brothers doing it. They were an oddity, but they didn't seem explosive.

"Sydney, my apartment is just a block away," Gina said. "Let's warm up, and I can look at your cut."

Sydney gingerly touched shaking fingers to her lips.

"Come on," Gina said, coaxing Sydney to her building.

Was Sydney in shock? It was so hard to tell. But there was something definitely wrong. And while Gina didn't know Sydney all that well, Gina knew she couldn't leave her alone.

Gina was able to steer Sydney to the building and to climb the stairs. As they neared Gina's apartment, Mrs. Treglown opened her door and peered out.

"I saw you on the street from my window," Mrs. Treglown said. "Is everything okay?"

"Just a little windblown," Gina said, not wanting to worry her. But Gina was worried. Sydney, who was normally peppy and talkative, hadn't said a word.

Gina hurried Sydney into her apartment and locked the door.

"Sit down," Gina said, pointing to a chair at the small kitchenette table.

She flipped on all of the lights, allowing her to see Sydney's wounds. Sydney would not make eye contact.

"Let me get ice to keep the swelling down."

Gina hurried to the freezer and took out the ice cube tray. She had a million questions to ask Sydney, but Sydney wasn't talking. It made Gina suspect Sydney was in shock. Should she call the police? An ambulance? Gina didn't know much about shock, which only made her worry more.

She wrapped the ice into a dishtowel and walked back to Sydney. She lightly touched the towel to Sydney's face. Sydney winced and pulled away. "Here," Gina said, placing it in Sydney's hand. "Why don't you hold onto it?"

Gina sat down next to her. "I'm here for you, Sydney. Just tell me how I can help."

Sydney didn't respond.
Chapter 17

Rio finished opening the mail, placing the bills into a pile. Normally, he'd pay them right away. But after seeing his profit and loss statement, he'd hold onto them for a little bit. London told him it'd take at least a year for the business to stabilize. Until then, he'd just have to hang on.

Thank heaven he was working with Gordon. The man seemed to know what he was talking about, and he didn't ask for money upfront, which would have been a red flag. But no matter what happened with Gordon and the design, he wanted to make sure the gym was solvent. He couldn't rely on designs to keep his gym afloat. No, he had to think about luring more members or cutting costs. He really didn't want to cut costs. He didn't want his members or employees to feel the strain. So, how did he get more members? His advertising had only brought in a few.

Rio stood. There were too many problems, and he had no answers for any of them. Plus, Gina was a constant thought in his mind. How would he apologize to her?

Maybe a quick run through the obstacle course would help clear his head and ease the tension. He walked out of the office and over to Tammy. "I'll be on the obstacle course if anyone needs me."

"Okay," she said. "Oh, I almost forgot. Gina dropped this off for you." She passed him a black folder.

He took it, confused. "When was she here?"

"When you were in a meeting with Claudette. I didn't want to disturb you."

He glanced at the clock on the wall behind the desk. Gina had been here over an hour ago. He wanted to swear, but Tammy wouldn't understand his irritation.

He took the folder and headed back into his office. He set it on the desk, then sat down to ponder it. He was positive it was a lawsuit. What else could it be? He had kicked her out of his gym based on an unfounded accusation, and then Gordon let her go. She had to be boiling mad to the point of retaliation. It would be the end of his gym if she won.

He swore at the dread that filled him and made his hands shake.

But there was nothing he could do other than to face it head-on. He opened the folder.

As he scanned the first page, his tension eased and a giddiness that he hadn't felt since his grand opening took over. Rio devoured the rest of the document. Gina had equipment and costs listed. There were studies cited. Her findings were complete and concise. Her business plan seemed reasonable, with her taking on most of the setup and maintenance. Rio would still remain in charge of membership and class scheduling.

He looked at the cost again and was amazed it was minimal.

He skimmed through the proposal a second time, looking for her compensation. He found it easily. The percentage she listed was a range, depending upon membership numbers, and there was a deferred-payment clause, which gave him a bit of breathing room before it took effect.

This was exactly what he needed. This was what would give him the edge over his competitors. He had to talk to her. There was too much to discuss, and he still had to apologize. He didn't want to do that over the phone.

Rio grabbed his coat and the folder and headed out.

"I'll be out for the rest of the day," he said to Tammy on his way out.

"See you tomorrow," she said.

He tried not to run down the street to Gina's apartment, but he was sure he might have broken several speed-walking records. Rio opened the building door and jogged up the stairs to knock on her door. He heard shuffling beyond the door, and Gina said something that he couldn't make out. Was someone in the apartment with her?

"Who is it?" Gina asked.

"Rio. I just got your proposal. I was hoping to talk to you."

She cracked the door open and peeked through. "Are you interested?"

"Yes, of course."

"I'll come by the gym in the morning."

"Oh, okay."

She must have someone in her apartment. A man? He didn't like the sourness that stole over his body.

"I wanted to apologize too."

"Buy me breakfast tomorrow and I'll listen," she said with a smile that had some of his giddiness returning. She turned her attention to whoever was in the apartment with her and then back to Rio, making some of the sourness return. "How about nine at the café by the gym?"

"Okay—"

"See you tomorrow," she said, shutting the door.

He blinked at the door, wondering just how much groveling he'd have to do.

And who was in her apartment?

Rio slowly made his way down the stairs. He had no business having any feelings for Gina. If she was going to become a partner with him, she'd be off-limits again.

Any remaining enthusiasm for her plan died. He supposed it was better that she was seeing someone, but it was with bitterness that he accepted it.

Instead of thinking about it further, he decided to go see London. With two projects in the works, having London's insight would be exactly what he needed.

* * *

Gina spied Rio through the peephole in her door and sighed a breath of relief when he walked back downstairs. She felt bad for shutting the door on him, but as soon as he knocked, Sydney snapped out of whatever fog she was in and pleaded for Gina not to open the door.

"He's gone," Gina said, turning to find the chair Sydney had been sitting in was vacant. "Sydney?"

Sydney stepped out of the bathroom with the ice pressed to her cheek. "Thanks for not letting him in."

Relief swept through Gina now that Sydney was talking.

"What happened?" She ushered Sydney to the couch.

Sydney sat down and eyed Gina. "You have to promise not to say a word to Rio or any of my brothers."

Gina didn't want to promise, but it was Sydney's story to tell, not hers. "I promise."

"I was heading to lunch and . . . oh my god! What time is it?"

Gina glanced at the clock. "Four o'clock."

"I never returned to work." She buried her head in her hands and then winced at the pain. "I'm going to be fired."

"Sydney, I think you have more important things to worry about right now. What happened?"

"I was going to lunch and saw Hulk. So, I asked if he wanted to join me." She paused and took the towel away from her face. "I thought he was a friend."

"He did this to you?"

Sydney nodded. "I still can't believe it. He wasn't himself. He was angry."

Gina took the towel from Sydney and pressed it to Sydney's temple, where a bruise was beginning to form. "Did he do anything else?" she asked, hoping the answer would be no. The bruises were bad enough.

"He tried—" Sydney stopped and shook her head. "God, I'm so stupid. I thought he finally liked me. When he suggested going to his apartment, I thought we'd have a little lunch and maybe make out for a bit. I've had a crush on him forever. It was fine at first, and then all of a sudden, he turned on me. I never thought he'd try to force me into anything."

Gina remembered just how strong Hulk was. His nickname said it all. "How did you get away?"

"I remembered a self-defense class. I used some of it," she said, tears now running down her cheeks. "But he was so strong. He just kept coming at me, angrier and angrier. Finally, I was able to kick him really hard between his legs. I ran for it."

"You need to tell Rio."

She shook her head. "They're friends, and Hulk is a good employee. Rio would fire him."

"He deserves to be fired. Someone like that has no business working there. If he hurts someone at the gym, Rio would be responsible. At least talk to the police."

Sydney leaned back on the couch and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'll think about it tomorrow."

She looked so tired and weary, as if the whole world had let her down.

"Are you hungry?" Gina asked.

Sydney shook her head. "My jaw hurts anyway."

Gina took pity on her. "I have the perfect solution." At least for the night. Tomorrow, Sydney would have to make a decision, but until then, pajamas, ice cream, and a happy movie might be just the thing. "Go take a warm shower," she said. "You'll feel a little better. I'll have fuzzy pajamas waiting for you."

"Thank you. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Yes, but you'd better call one of your brothers to tell them where you'll be so they don't worry."

"Oh, they won't notice I'm gone. Most of the time they don't even come home."

Gina led Sydney to the shower and turned on the water. "Towels are in the cabinet over here. I'll bring the pajamas," she said and then closed the door.

Gina was stunned by what Sydney had gone through. Gina had taken a self-defense class years ago, but she didn't remember most of it. Hulk would have been able to overpower her in an instant. It scared her.

She headed to her dresser, trying not to think any more about it.

Gina pulled out a pair of pink fuzzy pajamas and took them back to the bathroom. She listened at the door to make sure Sydney was in the shower before she opened the door and placed the pajamas on the counter. She paused when Sydney's sob came from behind the curtain. Gina backed out and quietly closed the door.

* * *

Rio knocked on London's office door. Most of the staff had left for the day. Bethany was gone too, which was odd, but maybe she was in the office with London.

"Enter," London said.

Rio opened the door and stepped in to find both London and Rome. "I thought you were out of town," Rio said to Rome.

"I was, and now I'm back."

They must be having issues with their work in Florida.

"I can wait if you're in the middle of something, but I have some business things I need another set of eyes on, just to make sure I'm not making any mistakes."

London nodded, his hands steepled in front of him. "What kind of business things?"

"A venture with Fitness Earth. Gordon Weiss wants to manufacture and sell one of my fitness equipment designs, and then Gina dropped off this proposal," he said, laying the black folder on London's desk. "Her idea is good."

London looked from the folder to Rio. "Don't do it."

"Why?"

"Because I've seen the way you look at her. It doesn't take a genius to know this would be a bad idea. It's exactly why I have a no-dating policy here."

"She already knows I have that policy at the gym."

"She knows it, but can you stick with it?"

Rio didn't answer right away, which made Rome laugh. "Burn that proposal now."

"Just take a look at it," Rio said, keeping his frustration with his brothers at bay. They always knew better and were quick to point it out. Rio could control himself. He wasn't an animal. He'd just bury himself in work or find someone else who could take his mind off Gina. But even that thought didn't sit quite right.

"When do you need an answer?" London asked.

"I'm having breakfast with Gina tomorrow to discuss it. I'd like to tell her then, but I can stall."

"Stall," Rome said. "There's no reason you need to move on this so fast."

They didn't know his financial stability wasn't what it should be, so he kept quiet.

"I'll take a look at it tonight," London said. "But right now, we have to get back to a problem we're trying to sort out."

Rio thanked London and turned to leave, nearly bumping into Bethany, who was dressed as if a cocktail party was in her near future. The tight little black dress with matching high heels had her nearly at Rio's height.

"You look lovely," Rio said. "Why are you here with these losers?"

"Because these losers sign my paycheck," she said with a smile. "They can only keep me for an hour. I promised Trevor I'd meet him for drinks later."

The way Rome was eyeing Bethany had Rio smirking. So much for Rome's advice. He was a hypocrite. If Bethany wasn't careful, she'd find herself without a fiancé and stuck with a workaholic who traveled more than he was at home.

"Then let's get started," London said, oblivious that Rome was coming close to launching across the room for Bethany.

"Well, if you get tired of these guys, I'm just a few floors away," Rio said, teasing her. When Rome narrowed his eyes at him, Rio grinned.

Interesting.

Chapter 18

The next morning, Gina tore through her closet, looking for an outfit to wear.

"I thought you were just meeting Rio for breakfast," Sydney said, sitting on Gina's bed and watching her with amusement.

Sydney had already borrowed a dress to go to work. Her bruises were changing colors and quite noticeable. At least she wouldn't have a hard time explaining why she didn't return to work yesterday.

Gina had promised to walk Sydney to work, just in case Hulk was lurking. Gina was positive Hulk could flatten both of them with one swat, but she'd never leave her friend to fend for herself. But if she didn't pick out an outfit soon, they'd both be late.

"He doesn't care what you wear," Sydney said.

Of course he didn't. He'd have to like her to care. But that didn't stop her from taking out several outfits.

"I like the blue dress, but you'll freeze," Sydney said.

True. Gina tossed down the dress and pulled out a warmer selection.

"Wear the green sweater with jeans," Sydney said.

"Jeans? This is for a business meeting."

Gina had confided in Sydney about her proposal. Sydney thought it was a great idea. But now Gina was doubting it. She could hardly even dress for one meeting. Why did Rio make her so nervous? If it had been Gordon, she'd wear her uniform and wouldn't have given it another thought. But with Rio? It was like her outfit was a life or death choice. He did things to her insides that weren't natural.

"Be comfortable," Sydney said. "I guarantee he'll be dressed in gym clothes like normal."

That was probably true. Plus, she really didn't want to freeze walking to Sydney's job and then to the restaurant. Decision made, she shrugged on the sweater and then pulled on a pair of jeans that she could breathe in.

Sydney stood. "I guess it's time. How bad is my face?"

"Beautiful, like normal."

"Liar. But thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I had to go home last night. It was nice hanging out with you."

"You still need to make a decision about Hulk."

"I will. I think I know how I want to handle it. I just need a little more time."

Gina wouldn't press Sydney further. It was her choice to make. Personally, Gina would have already called the police, even if it was a friend of her brothers. She just hoped Sydney would make the right decision—and soon.

They walked down the sidewalk, huddling into their coats. Sydney, not wanting to discuss Hulk anymore, talked about everything else, including her theories on where Eddy would disappear to for weeks at a time. "I'm going to follow him one day."

Gina didn't think Eddy would like that, but she was just happy to see Sydney with some of her spunk back, which was a good sign.

Once they reached a tall glass building, Sydney waved goodbye and walked inside, which left Gina alone to think about her meeting with Rio and what she would say to him. Her future was riding on his willingness to help her. Sure, she could find a job. But she didn't want just a job. She wanted more.

Gina walked down the road, lost in her thoughts and her self-doubts. It was one thing to put a proposal together. It was another to turn that lifeless paper into a thriving business. She knew she could do it, but would Rio have the same faith in her? He was protective of his business, and for good reason. It was his livelihood. If it was her business, she would be the same way—which would make them great partners.

And that's all he would be. A business partner. She grudgingly respected his views on dating in the workplace. But what about Claudette?

Gina paused near the entrance to the gym, wondering if he was here or already at the cafe. She didn't wonder for long. Rio stepped out and spotted her right away.

"Hi," he said, his breath coming out in a white puff of air.

"Hi," she returned his greeting, but she was at a loss for what else to say. Why did he affect her this way? Why did his engaging brown eyes make her melt under his gaze?

"You look cold," he said. "Do you want to warm up inside first?"

"No, it's okay. Let's just go to breakfast."

"Okay," he said, holding up the folder. "I brought the proposal so we can discuss it."

Well, if he brought the proposal, he must be at least slightly interested. That made her feel better and helped ease the tension. Their footsteps fell in sync as they walked down the road, neither talking. The café was only one block down and around a corner. She could already smell the freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Her mouth began to water.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Rio held the door open for her. They only had to wait a few moments to be seated in a booth. He set the folder off to the side.

The server asked if they wanted coffee. Rio declined and asked for water instead. Gina wondered if that meant he wouldn't be staying long enough for anything else. She decided on herbal tea since she was cold and, in her current state, her nerves couldn't handle caffeine. The server nodded and left menus on the table for them. Rio didn't pick his up. Gina followed his lead. She didn't want to be stuck here with a plate of food if he decided to walk away.

"Gina," he finally said, once again making unnerving eye contact with her, "I'm sorry."

She hadn't expected him to apologize right away.

"I know you didn't steal the notebook," he said. "I was way out of line. I put two and two together, and I obviously can't add."

"It's my job to add," Gina teased, suddenly feeling much better about the meeting.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that too." He winced. "Did I get you fired from Fitness Earth?"

She shook her head. "No, I failed to remember my employment contract. That's my fault."

"It still feels like mine." He looked pathetically sorry, and Gina couldn't help but fall for him a little more, which would not do at all.

She had to stay strong.

"If I hadn't been fired, I probably wouldn't have thought of the live feed. What do you think?"

"I love it," he said, smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I asked London for his advice, just in regard to a partnership."

"I don't mind. What did he say?"

"He said a lot, but I read through his longwinded conversation, and he thinks this will benefit both of us as long as we can find a market."

"Luckily, you have a built-in market just with your members. But I know what you mean. This has the potential of reaching a wider audience that could benefit from live classes. So, you're in?"

He nodded. "I'm in. As long as you agree to two conditions."

"What are they?"

"You'll forgive me."

"Done. What's the next one?"

"That you'll do most of your work at the gym. You can get to know the schedule, meet all the instructors, and learn more about the business. I think it will help when we develop the program."

"Done."

Those were two conditions she could live with. She was beyond excited to start this chapter of her life.

"One more condition," he said.

"You said only two."

"I changed my mind."

"Will this happen often?"

The way he smiled, she knew it would happen often.

"You'll like this condition."

"What is it?"

"London's team is drafting up the contract for us," he said, pausing. "I hope you don't mind. I thought we could save money by using his people."

"I'm fine with that. Was that the condition?"

"No," he said. "The contract should be done tonight. My condition is to meet up, sign it, and then go celebrate. My treat. I owe you."

She figured his version of celebrating was completely different from hers, but she agreed. They'd probably grab a drink, shake hands, and then call it a night. She'd be okay with that too. Maybe.

* * *

Rio glanced at the clock again, wondering why time had suddenly stalled. After his meeting with Gina, he had been running nonstop. One of the kickboxing instructors called in sick, so Rio subbed for him. Then a couple of Hulk's clients came in, wondering where their trainer was, so Rio filled that role as well but was called away when one of the toilets started leaking. After that, every time he blinked, the clock jumped an hour. But now, as he waited for the call from London's office to tell him to pick up the documents, the stupid clock didn't budge. It just halted at five o'clock. What if they didn't get it done before they closed? He'd have to call Gina and reschedule for tomorrow.

He didn't want to.

Rio was looking forward to seeing her. Once he had apologized, the meeting with her went better than he expected. He had been afraid he'd need to grovel, but she never made him. Not that he didn't deserve to grovel, but it was refreshing to have his apology accepted so easily. It made him hopeful their partnership would be as smooth.

She was pretty in her soft green sweater. It brought out flecks of green in her eyes.

He stopped his thoughts from continuing and looked at the clock again. One minute after five. He groaned. It'd do no good to sit here and wait. He'd walk home to clean up and check on the document status on the way.

Before he left, he let his staff know he'd be gone for the rest of the night and then slipped on his coat and stepped out into the cold. As he walked home, he turned to look behind him several times. It wasn't that he heard footsteps or voices, but an uneasiness seemed to charge the air.

Rio quickly walked to the Reese building and headed straight to London's office. His door was open, so Rio knocked as he stepped inside.

London didn't look up from his computer. "What do you think about going to Florida?"

"I'd love it, but I have no time," Rio answered, still chilled from his walk.

London looked up and frowned. "Where's Bethany?"

"She wasn't at her desk when I passed by. Maybe she went home for the night."

London grumbled and turned his attention back to his computer.

Intrigued by London's question, Rio took a seat across the desk. "Thinking of taking Bethany to Florida?"

London frowned. "She's on friendly terms with the MacLeans. She might be the only one to get this damn contract to move forward."

"And here I thought you were actually interested in a woman. When was the last time you went on a date?"

"You sound like Sydney. I don't date employees. I thought I made that clear."

London had to be the most boring person on the planet. Did not one woman catch his eye?

"I know your rules well. You drilled them into all of our heads. No messing with your staff. But don't you ever want to leave this building?"

Actually, he wondered if London ever breathed outside air. He went straight from home on the top floor to his office floor. Bethany and Sydney kept him from dying of starvation. He never had to leave.

"I have things to do. What do you want?" London asked.

"I was just checking to see if the contract is ready."

"I haven't heard either way. Check legal."

"Let's go out this weekend," Rio said. "Anywhere you want."

London frowned again. "Until the MacLean contract is signed, I'm not going anywhere."

How did he do it, just work and sleep? If the gym depended on Rio keeping to such a rigid schedule, he'd walk away. Yes, he was prepared to do it for the first year, but anything more and it wasn't worth it. Life was too precious to sit in an office all day. What about fun, relaxation, traveling, hobbies, and love? No, he'd never make it. As it was, he was already feeling the effects of six months of nearly nonstop work.

Bethany walked into the office and set a thick file on London's desk. "I'm heading home."

"Oh, good. You're still here. How about going to Florida?" London asked.

Rio watched their interaction. Did London not see how amazing Bethany was? And she was tolerant of London's workaholic ways.

"Rome is going to Florida," she said. "Why do you need me to go?"

"You built a relationship with the owners. I think it's because of you that they're even still talking to us. Rome needs your help."

"Did he say that?"

"No."

"Don't you think he can get them to sign?"

"I think it will be easier if you are there with him."

She hesitated. "London, you know I'm part of the team, but I can't drop everything and go."

This looked like a conversation that was turning serious. Rio quietly escaped. They could hash it out without him as a third wheel. As it was, he had to find out if the contract was ready. Thankfully, the legal assistant hadn't gone home yet.

"Hi, Rio," she said. "I bet I know what you're here for." She picked up a file folder and waved it at him. "I was just about to call you."

He walked to her desk to take it from her. "Thank you. I was worried it might not be finished today."

"Got any plans tonight?" she asked.

"Hopefully signing these papers."

"Oh, well, if you're ever up to getting a drink, just let me know."

Rio stopped and looked at the assistant. She was in her late twenties and always pleasant. He had never once thought she was interested in him in their brief conversations in passing.

"House rules," he said, reminding her and himself.

She shrugged. "Okay. It was just a drink."

From her tone, it sounded like more. Rio was flattered, but all he really wanted to do was get these papers over to Gina.

Since when did he care more about business than he did about flirting with women?

But as he rode the elevator upstairs, he realized it wasn't just that. It was Gina. Not for the first time, he wondered what he was going to do about her.
Chapter 19

Gina busied herself while she waited for Rio. She wasn't sure what to wear for the celebratory dinner and wished Sydney was around to at least point her in the right direction. She tried to call Sydney, but her call went straight to voicemail.

While Gina was worried about Sydney, she had to remember that Sydney had four brothers to help her if she needed it. Sydney was probably fine. But, just in case, Gina would discreetly ask Rio about Hulk. If Hulk was working at the gym, she'd have to think twice about agreeing to Rio's condition that she work at that location. Some of the time would be necessary. But she'd rather not have to work with Hulk. As it was, Gina was nearly positive Hulk instructed one of the classes, which meant an inevitable meeting.

Glancing at the clock, Gina knew she had to hurry. Rio would knock on her door any minute, and she still hadn't decided what to wear. She wasn't even sure where he was taking her, which didn't help matters. So, she sat at the edge of her bed and stared into the closet. She supposed the sweater and jeans she was currently wearing would be fine. They would at least keep her warm as the temperature plummeted.

Winter was killing her. All she wanted to do was escape to someplace where the sun actually did its job. Here, the weather was mainly dismal and gray. On the off chance the sun was out, it didn't do anything to heat the city. Instead, the sunlight bounced off snowbanks and blinded her.

A knock on the door jostled her from her thoughts. Well, her time was up, so the decision was made for her. Sweater and jeans would be it.

She walked to the door and didn't bother to look through the peephole. Rio, handsome as ever, smiled when she opened the door. He was wearing jeans as well. However, he looked much better in his.

Gina stepped out of the way so he could come in.

"I hope you don't mind a rain check on going out," he said, holding up a bottle of wine. "I thought we could stay in tonight. The snow is already falling, and I was nearly knocked over by a gust of wind."

"No need for a rain check. I think it's a perfect idea to stay in. But don't feel like you have to stay if it's getting bad outside. I don't want you to freeze on your way home."

"I want to celebrate," he said, setting down the bottle of wine on the table and untucking a file folder from inside his coat. He placed it next to the wine and slipped off his coat. Gina took it and hung it on a hook next to hers near the door. She tried not to notice how his dark shirt molded to his body, hugging his muscles.

"Did you read the contract?" she asked, eyeing the folder instead of him.

"No, I took a shower and came right over. It took London's staff until closing to get it done."

"I hope London didn't mind that we used his staff."

Rio shook his head. "Not really. He's more concerned about a business deal that's floundering in Florida."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

He shrugged. "That's London's life and he loves it, floundering contracts and all."

Gina stepped into her small galley kitchen and took out two wine glasses and brought them back to the table. "You must be hungry. I can make us dinner if you want."

"I don't want to put you out," he said. "We have some reading to do anyway. But if you have a small snack, that would be great."

"I can do better than that," she said, ducking back into the kitchen.

Taking out a large platter, she heaped it with grapes, a variety of cheeses, crackers, and olives. It was like a Mediterranean oasis in their snow-covered city.

Within ten minutes, they were seated at the table eating, drinking, and reading. He would read a page and then pass it to her while he started on the next.

It was a boring document, of course. Lots of large lawyer words that she glossed over. She understood the bulk of it, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Plus, neither of them was locked into a permanent contract, which was nice for both sides. Basically, it was just an agreement that outlined the rules, functions, and payments.

Rio leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "I hate this stuff. I can't understand how London looks at these documents every day and doesn't go insane."

"We all have our strengths," Gina said. "His strength must be a business-orientated mind."

Rio's strength was more literal. She marveled at his body, no longer hidden by loose gym clothes. All she wanted to do was snuggle into those strong arms, she thought as she sipped her wine.

"Should we take a break?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, standing with a stretch.

She had been meaning to buy chair cushions for her wood chairs but never got around to it. She wished she had. Her bum was sore. Now, her couch on the other hand, was the epitome of comfort. Soft fabric, cushiony cushions, and plush pillows. She took her wine glass that Rio had topped off and walked over to the couch.

"Bring the papers over here," she said. "We might as well be comfortable."

He stood and brought the papers and wine. "I thought there would only be a few pages. I wasn't expecting a phonebook. I think most of this is unnecessary. Neither of us would do anything to jeopardize the business."

Rio placed the papers on the middle cushion and then looked out the window. "The snow is falling fast."

"Oh, do you want to leave before it gets worse?"

He hesitated before shaking his head. "I'm sure the plows are already out."

He sat back down and picked up the file and set it on his lap. She envied that pile of paper. He looked over at her and she hoped he couldn't read her mind.

Gina took another sip of wine.

* * *

Rio couldn't believe how stupid he was. On the verge of being snowed in, he stays at the one place he shouldn't be. The wine bottle was on empty, Gina sat on the couch next to him, and her gaze told him everything he needed to know.

He was screwed.

However, instead of donning his coat and walking through the snowdrift home, he stayed and even agreed to another bottle of wine she produced. The truth was, he didn't want to leave. He didn't want to be like London with all work and no play. But playing with Gina was dangerous. Everything he worked for could be in jeopardy. But when she smiled at him and refilled his glass, he wanted a little danger.

Her sweater was driving him mad. It accentuated some curves and hid others. He wanted to know those curves, but was he willing to explore further? Even though she wasn't as obvious as some women, he was nearly positive she felt the same pull as he did.

Instead of thinking about it further, since it would only drive him deeper into madness, he picked up the papers and continued to read. He would survive.

Gina leaned back into the couch and curled her feet up under her. She sipped her wine and sighed. "How many more pages?"

"Ten or so."

"I guess that's not too bad," she said, picking one up with another sigh.

"We can do this tomorrow morning if you'd rather."

Rio didn't want to leave, but he also didn't want to get stuck in a snowbank on his way home. Perhaps after a good night's sleep and an unaffected blood-alcohol level he wouldn't have the desire to slide his hands up her sweater and peel it off.

"Did you read this one yet?" she asked, sipping more of her wine.

If she drank any more, she'd either fall asleep or he'd have an easier time getting her out of that sweater. So, instead of tempting fate and himself, he stood and moved the wine bottle back to the kitchen.

"Where are you going with the wine?"

"I think we might have celebrated enough, and we haven't even signed the papers yet."

She looked at her glass and frowned. "Can I have a little more celebration before you take it away?"

Gina was so adorably sad.

"Last glass," he warned and topped off her glass.

She smiled happily at the wine, and he almost envied the glass that touched her lips.

Rio walked the wine to the kitchen and put the cork back into it. He then took the platter from the table and washed it in the sink, setting it on a towel to dry. When he returned to the living room, he found her lying with her head resting on the middle cushion and her feet up over the armrest, toes wiggling. She was drunker than he'd suspected.

Rio resumed his place on the empty cushion, ignoring her proximity and how sinful she looked with her hair spread out beneath her.

Sinful? That was not Gina. Not once had it ever entered into his mind that she was at all sinful. More angelic. But seeing this side of her had him wondering how far off he was.

"Read to me," she said, passing him the papers in a haphazard stack.

He took them and put them back in order. "I was just reading about the office workplace. If I read it, you might fall asleep."

"I don't think so. I like your voice."

"My voice?" he questioned, liking this uninhibited side of Gina. She would have never said that without the alcohol.

She nodded. "It's soft but also manly."

He wasn't sure what to make of that. He didn't think he spoke softly. As far as he knew, he had a regular speaking voice. "How so?" he asked, now self conscience of how he spoke.

"You don't try to yell to make yourself heard. Just by being you, people listen, and you don't have to be loud."

"But also manly?" he questioned.

"Yes. Very."

He took the odd statement as a compliment and smiled down at her. She grinned back up at him.

"So, you want me to read?"

"Yes."

"I probably won't be able to pronounce half the words."

"It's okay. I wouldn't understand them anyway."

He laughed. At least she was being honest.

"Shouldn't that worry you?" he asked.

"No. Lawyers have their own language. What worries me the most is Hulk."

She must have found out that Hulk was the one to steal the plans. At least he could ease her mind about that.

"You don't have to worry about him. I fired him."

She sat up to look at him. "You did?"

"Yes. He won't be coming back to the gym."

"Oh, thank goodness. When I didn't hear from Sydney today, I was worried. I'm so glad she confided in you."

Rio paused for a moment, confused. "What does this have to do with Sydney?"

It was Gina's turn to look confused. "She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Gina didn't say anything, just looked at him with a petrified expression, which worried the hell out of him.

"What happened?" he asked again.

"Have you seen her today?"

"No. What happened?" Rio was now thoroughly worried. "Did he do something? Gina, you have to tell me. Hulk has been abusing drugs. Is Sydney in danger?"

Gina nodded. "He hurt her. Last night when you came over, she was here. I tried to help her. She slept here overnight, but I haven't seen her or heard from her since I walked her to work this morning."

Rio stood suddenly, the papers forgotten. They fluttered to the floor around his feet. He didn't stop to pick them up. He was already on his way to the door.

She hopped up and followed him. "I'm so sorry. She made me promise not to tell anyone. I told her to confide in you or call the police."

"You should have told me sooner."

"I promised not to."

"If she was hurt, then you never should have promised."

He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the apartment. He was mostly angry at himself, but Gina should have told him. This was about his sister. And it was his fault she was hurt. Hulk couldn't take his revenge on Rio, so he took it out on Sydney.

And the fact that Sydney hadn't been heard from was worrisome. He took out his phone as he waded through the deep snow that came up to his shins. He tried Sydney first, then London, Rome, and even Eddy. Only London answered.

"I have a problem," Rio said, knowing his brother was going to kill him.

"What now?" London asked. "I barely got Bethany on the plane."

"Do you remember Hulk from the gym?"

"The guy with giant muscles and no neck?"

"Yes. I fired him. He was using drugs and stole my design to sell."

"Did he threaten a lawsuit? I can have the staff start on that tomorrow."

"No, he hurt Sydney. I just found out about it and I can't reach her. I'm worried. Gina said she last saw Sydney when she walked with her to work this morning."

"Do you know where Hulk lives?"

"Yes."

"Go there now. I'll check upstairs to see if she's at home. Wait for my call before you do anything."

London disconnected, and Rio turned around and headed to Hulk's apartment. It was about a half a mile away. Ordinarily it wasn't a big deal to walk that distance, but in this deep snow, with more coming down and sticking to his clothes and face, he was already freezing. There were no taxis to be had as everyone who had half a brain wasn't walking.

He tromped through, hoping to hear from London soon. He just wanted Sydney to be safe. He then could deal with Hulk later. And he would deal with Hulk. Rio's family was a long way from being perfect, but they stuck together through a lot of bad times. He hated to think this was his fault, but he knew it was, even though he'd repeatedly told Sydney to stay away from Hulk.

As soon as his phone rang, he answered it.

"She's not at home. Give me the address to his apartment. I'm calling the police."

"I don't know his address off the top of my head. I just know what the building looks like."

"Are you on the way there?"

"Yes, just give me a few minutes. These drifts are huge."

"Call me as soon as you know his building number and I'll call the police."

Rio hung up and concentrated on walking without slipping. The shoes he wore had absolutely no grip, and his toes were already beginning to go numb. But he pushed forward until he reached Hulk's building. Just as he was about to call London, a phone call came through from Sydney.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

"I just got home and saw that you called. What's up?"

"Gina told me what happened. Did Hulk hurt you?"

There was silence before she said, "Yes. But I made Gina promise not to tell you."

"You should have told me."

"No. I'm going to handle this on my own. I don't need your interference."

"I fired him and he took his anger out on you. I will interfere!"

"This is why I don't tell you guys anything. But I am disappointed in Gina. I really thought I could trust her."

"Don't you dare turn this on Gina. She told me because she thought I fired him when you confided in me, not because he stole from me. She felt really bad." And he'd made her feel worse. Dammit! He was continually hurting her.

"Oh well. I guess I understand. But don't you dare confront Hulk. I'm taking care of everything."

"Sydney," Rio said to argue but then realized she'd hung up on him.

He turned around and headed back the way he'd come. If Sydney was okay, he'd lie low tonight. As it was, he feared he'd be found dead in a snowbank if he didn't warm up soon. Every store and restaurant he passed was closed, most likely due to the storm. And when he turned the corner, the wind picked up. He could barely see where he was going as snow pelted him in the face.

For the first time in his life, Rio actually feared he might die from hypothermia. And the one place he wanted to go to more than any other was over a quarter mile away.
Chapter 20

Gina uncorked the bottle of wine Rio had absconded with earlier. She wasn't drunk, just tipsy.

How was it that she'd managed to anger Rio again? None of the times he was angry with her had anything to do with her. Sure, she didn't tell him Hulk had attacked Sydney, but shouldn't his anger be directed at Hulk? Maybe she was just in the line of fire. If she stayed out of his way, he'd see there were a lot more people out there more deserving of his wrath.

Taking a long drink of wine straight from the bottle, she came to the conclusion that she would just have to avoid him. Oh, they could still be partners, but she'd make sure to only be around when absolutely needed. She could also find ways of diverting his attention elsewhere. He seemed to spend some of his time fixing equipment. She'd be happy to sabotage a few treadmills for the sake of maintaining a peaceful partnership, if he even wanted to sign the papers after tonight.

She padded into her bedroom to change into warm pajamas. She had already worn her favorites, so she picked out a set that was somewhat soft but tended to create static and would cling to her. Most nights she wound up kicking them off. But it was either that or the granny nightgown her mother had bought her. By morning, the stupid thing would have ridden up to her neck to strangle her awake. She was much better off with static cling.

Gina dressed and was just about to sink into the sofa when there was a knock on the door. At this time of night, not even Mrs. Treglown would come knocking. She tiptoed to the peephole and looked through. Rio was covered in snow and was shivering violently. She quickly opened the door.

Pulling him inside, she closed the door and proceeded to strip off his outerwear. "Take off your clothes and get in the shower."

Gina didn't bother to see if he would comply and instead went to turn on the shower. She didn't turn it all the way to hot. She knew from experience that going from icy-cold temps to hot could hurt. She'd just have to gradually keep turning it warmer.

"Have you been outside this entire time?" she asked with a scolding tone that she couldn't help. He could have died. The temperature had plummeted so far down that her weather app beeped at her with a warning.

Rio, still shivering, walked into the bathroom in only his pants. He didn't answer her, but she really didn't need an answer judging from his blue lips.

"Feel the water and tell me if it's okay," she said, standing out of his way.

He reached through the curtain to feel it and shook his head. "Too hot."

The water was barely warm. He was worse off than she expected. She turned the water even warmer to get the room steamy. "Don't get in the shower," she said, closing the door to keep the heat in.

She wrapped him in thick, fluffy towels and rubbed his arms to create a bit a friction. "The room should be toasty in a minute. You should have never gone out into the storm like that. You could have frostbite or have died. Did you at least find Sydney?"

He nodded.

"Is she okay?"

He nodded again.

"Well, that's good."

She continued to rub him through the towels as the steam began to fog up the mirror. She tried not to notice that he was looking at her funny. Maybe it was just because his brain was frozen, but it almost seemed as though he might want to kiss her.

The effects of the wine had evaporated as soon as she saw him shivering in the hall, and she was beginning to feel awkward rubbing him as he stared at her. Gina took a step back and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Stay in here until you're warm. I'll turn on the electric blanket. You can sleep in my bed tonight."

Something flashed in his eyes, and she realized she'd left out vital information. "I'll sleep on the couch."

He shook his head, still shivering. "I-I'll s-sleep on the c-couch."

"Don't argue with me," she said, as she slipped out of the room to turn on the blanket. She set it at its highest setting just to get the bed heated. He could turn it down later if it became too hot.

She then arranged the pillows so she could sit comfortably on the bed and wait for him. Gina didn't want to stray too far away in case he needed her.

It was fifteen minutes later when the water turned off and he emerged from the bathroom, steam floating out after him.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, but she could still detect a slight shiver.

She hopped off the bed and pulled back the covers. "You'll be better once you get in here. The control is on the nightstand in case it gets too hot."

"I don't think that's possible." He shivered again, making her worry. Rio dropped the towels at the end of the bed and slipped under the covers, wearing only a pair of dark underwear that Gina couldn't help but stare at. "I'm sorry about this."

"Don't worry about it," she said.

"But I'm continually hurting you, and it's not fair to you."

His apology tugged at her. Instead of thinking about it, she picked up the towels and put them in the bathroom hamper. When she returned, she could tell he was falling asleep. She wasn't sure that was the best idea. She had heard that when people died from the cold, they'd fallen asleep. She thought he might be past any danger now, but she was still wary.

"Talk to me for a bit," she said, sitting at the end of the bed. "Where did you find Sydney?"

"She called as I was heading to Hulk's."

"You were going to his place alone?"

"I really didn't have a choice. No one knew where she was. Just as I got to his place, she called."

"You still shouldn't have gone alone."

"Worried about me?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted.

"I don't deserve it," he said. "But, if you are worried, sleep with me."

She knew the shock had to show on her face, because she sure felt it down to her toes. "What?"

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, though there was a mischievous spark in his eyes. He knew exactly how his words sounded. "I just want to steal your heat."

"Still cold?"

He nodded. "It feels like my bones are frozen."

"Isn't this crossing the boundaries you like to keep neat?"

"I don't give a damn about boundaries right now. Please?" He lifted the covers to invite her in. She glanced at him, noticing his eyes turning weary instead of mischievous. Well, she didn't want him to die, especially in her bed.

She decided to go ahead and jump into the flames. She'd probably never get an opportunity to be so close to Rio again, and if she was honest, she wanted to experience the intimacy even if it was just to keep him warm.

"How do you want me?" she asked, standing in front of the covers he held open.

His lips twitched into a grin. "Do you want to rephrase that?"

"I just meant do you want me in the front or back?"

He laughed. "You're making it worse. Just get in."

Gina lay down next to him. He wrapped the covers around them and pulled her closer so that they were spooning. He shivered and then sighed into her hair.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll make this up to you."

She wasn't sure how he would top this without totally knocking down the line. "Just don't die and we'll call it even."

He mumbled something, but she didn't quite hear. She was about to ask him to repeat what he said, but a wisp of his breath tickled her neck and she decided that it'd be better if they didn't talk and just slept. When she realized she'd left all the lights on, Gina tried to sit up, but Rio tightened his hold.

"I have to turn off the lights," she said.

Rio grumbled his complaint and let go.

Gina quickly turned off the lights and made sure the door was locked, then raced back to the bedroom. Just as she was about to climb back into bed, she realized her pajamas were already beginning their torturous static-cling stranglehold.

She didn't have any other pajamas to change into except her horrid nightgown, and she refused to wear that in front of Rio. Yet, she'd never be able to fall asleep while her pajamas were strangling her.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, peeking out from the covers.

"Nothing."

"Then come back to bed. I need you."

"Stop that," she said with a laugh. "You're making it weird."

"You already made it weird when you asked me how I wanted you. And the answer, by the way, is in bed."

"Just let me change quickly," she said, turning on her small dresser light to find something else. There had to be an old pair of sweatpants at the bottom of her drawer. She pulled out a ragged pair that should have been thrown away years ago. The elastic was shot and there were holes in the knees.

"When women say they want to change, they usually mean into something sexier," he said, eyeing the sad excuse for sweatpants.

"My pajamas are driving me crazy and I didn't do laundry like I should have. I'm down to these horrible pants or an even worse nightgown."

"We're going shopping tomorrow," he teased. "There is no excuse for me having to sleep with you in such unacceptable lingerie."

She knew he was joking, but she still felt awkward.

"Take off your pajamas and come to bed."

"What?" She nearly choked.

"I'm not going to try anything. I can barely lift my head up to stare at your falling-apart pants."

Though his words were teasing and playful, he truly didn't look as though he were up to anything other than sleep.

"Promise this won't be awkward tomorrow," she said.

"I promise."

She couldn't very well be naked in bed with him, but she could wear a tank top and a pair of boy-short underwear that she rarely wore. It would still be an added barrier. She took out the items and then turned off the lights to change.

"Not fair," he said.

"Stop it," she said, trying not to laugh as she fumbled to find the correct arm and leg holes. As soon as she was dressed, she hurried back to the bed and climbed in.

Rio immediately tucked her into him.

This was insanity. She should have just stuck with her clingy pajamas, because there was no way she'd be able to sleep either way. His soft breath tickled her neck and his arm that hugged her to him did funny things to her stomach and other places.

Chapter 21

Rio buried his face into Gina's soft hair when the sun filtered through her thin shades. He didn't want to disturb her, but he was to the point of overheating. Being right next to her and having the blanket on high was now becoming overwhelming, and he was sure it had more to do with Gina than the blanket. Slowly, he reached over to turn off the switch. His arm grazed gently across her cheek, and she buried down farther into him.

Gina wiggled to turn over. She was still sleeping, so he took the liberty of observing her without her noticing. Her eyelashes rested against the tops of her cheeks. A lone freckle kissed the corner of her eye. She was pretty with her chestnut hair and pink lips. They weren't pouty or thin. Just average. But her smile wasn't average at all. It messed up his insides and made him want to think about all the ways he could make her smile again.

Holding her had been a source of comfort. He wanted to sleep in her bed again, but he knew that wouldn't be wise. He sighed. Since when did being wise hurt so much?

She snuggled up closer to him, so he did the decent thing and turned over on his back to give her room. He was pretty sure if Gina woke up plastered to him, she'd be upset. But she slipped her arm over his chest and draped a leg over his, entwining them. Her head rested on his shoulder as if that was exactly where she belonged.

He turned his head to face her, nearly cross-eyed at the close proximity. Rio was tempted to kiss her. Just one time. But he knew he was flirting with the beginnings of an addiction. So, instead of sealing his fate, he looked to the ceiling, wondering what he should do. Even if he got up and walked out of her apartment, he'd see her again and again.

Rio wanted to be like London, but he didn't have it in him to be so disciplined. He wanted his business to flourish, but he also wanted Gina. Why couldn't he have both? Wasn't she worth the risk?

He turned his head to look at Gina again.

Yes, she was worth the risk and more.

Plus, she was levelheaded. If anything were to come between them, he was sure she'd keep her cool. And, if he wasn't mistaken, there was a clause in the contract in case they wanted to end the partnership.

But when he looked at her, he couldn't think of a single reason why he'd want to end anything with her. So, really, his mind was made up. But what did Gina want? He didn't make a very good impression when he continually accused her of things she didn't do. Would she even want to date him after all of that?

Rio shifted over and lightly placed his lips to hers, feeling an instant connection.

Slowly he backed out of the bed and let her sleep.

* * *

Gina woke up to an empty apartment. She looked at the clock and gasped at the time. It was nearly ten o'clock. She never slept in that late unless she was sick. Why hadn't Rio woken her?

And then she realized that he probably felt awkward after sleeping in her bed. She cursed, knowing it had been a mistake. But falling asleep in his arms when she was positive she'd never fall asleep was like magic. She wanted it again, yet he had walked away.

Frustrated and hurt, she dragged the covers back and stood. She schooled her emotions and headed to the shower. She would just have to pretend nothing had happened.

By the time Gina had showered, changed, and drank a gallon of coffee to help mask the effects of the wine, it was nearing eleven o'clock. Gina found the folder with the contract by the coffee table. She picked it up, forgoing breakfast, and headed to the gym.

The day was wasting away, and she had a business partnership to form. And even though Rio had run off, she wanted to make sure he was okay. Yes, she was little better than a doormat, but she didn't care. Well, maybe a little.

She found Rio in his office. He had gone home to change into a different outfit; one fitting of a gym. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said, amused. "I have one of Hulk's clients I need to see in a few minutes, but I was hoping to buy you lunch. Or breakfast, in your case."

"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked quietly. The gym staff didn't need to hear that they'd slept together. Innocent or not, she knew how gossip tended to spread. By the time it came back to her, she would have been portrayed as a dominatrix with a fascination for a riding crop and men licking her black leather boots.

"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you," he said, standing. "We can take care of the contract later. While I do a few things here, why don't you go shopping for pajamas, in case I get stuck in a snowstorm again." Rio smiled with a wink. She knew he was teasing her, but she didn't like how easily he blew her off.

Gina once again schooled her emotions. He didn't know how much she liked him, and he was just teasing a friend. It would have been okay had she not totally fallen for him. Why couldn't she fall for someone who actually liked her?

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping around the desk. "Did I say something stupid? I'm sorry if I did."

Rio had been treating her like a friend. It wasn't his fault she wanted more.

"I'm fine. I just don't like sleeping in," she said, telling him the truth. "It makes me feel like I wasted the day."

He frowned. "I'm sorry. I would have woken you had I known. When I was growing up, London never let any of us sleep in. So, now when I can, it's a treat."

Then you should have stayed with me.

"It's okay," she said instead of sharing her thoughts. "I'll just head home and research equipment we will need."

"Stay for an hour," he said. "You can use my computer while I'm on the floor. Then I'll take you to lunch."

Gina was going to decline, but he added, "Please."

What was it about him that made her unable to turn down a simple 'please'?

She tossed the folder onto the desk and took off her coat, earning a smile from him. He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on her temple, then he skipped away, leaving her even more confused. Okay, he didn't skip away, but why did he continually tip her on her axis and then go about his business as if nothing happened?

Unless . . . he kissed all his employees, but she was pretty sure that was against his rules.

Gina sat on the giant ball behind the desk and dragged his laptop closer. She wouldn't think about it. Rio was obviously someone who she'd never figure out. There were people in the world like that. She'd just have to get used to him.

But when the computer woke up from sleep mode, she noticed the web browser was on a search that took her by surprise.

How easy is it to break a contract?

* * *

Rio made sure to give his clients as much attention as possible, but his mind kept drifting to a brunette in his office. He wanted to get back to her. It seemed crazy to him that every moment apart felt like an eternity.

He wasn't a romantic and never once had such withdrawal when it came to a girlfriend. Yes, he enjoyed when they were around. But with Gina, it was different. With Gina, he wanted to say forget the contract. A contract could end. He wanted something more permanent.

He should have felt some sort of anxiety about such a thought, but he didn't. The fact that he wanted more didn't scare him at all. Her potential reaction, however, did. After all he'd put her through, would she even want him? He'd have to take it slow and judge her reactions. If he spooked her, he'd back off. It'd kill him to do so, but he would. He had betrayed her trust several times. She deserved his patience even though he had absolutely none.

When his client's session ended, he walked back to the office, saying hello to the regulars he knew. He didn't want to seem overanxious to get back to see Gina. When he finally reached his office, he was disappointed to find it empty. Ducking out to the front desk, he inquired about Gina.

"Oh, she left," Tammy said, folding a towel.

"When?"

"About an hour ago."

So, she hadn't stayed? All this time he wanted to go back to the office and see her and she wasn't even there.

"Did she say anything?"

"Only that she left the contract on your desk."

Rio walked back to his office to find the file on his desk. He opened it to see the contract had been ripped in half. A small note was on top.

Next time, clear your browser history.

What was she talking about?

Rio sat down at his laptop. The web browser was open with his last search.

He let out an expletive that would have had London grounding him for a week when he was a kid.

Once again, he'd hurt the one person he was trying so hard not to. He was only looking out for her benefit, not his.

He glanced at the clock, knowing it was far from quitting time, but Gina was more important. Rio slipped his coat on as he headed for the door. "I'll be back," he said to Tammy on his way out.

Hurrying down the street, he was thankful Gina lived close.

He wouldn't blame her if she slammed the door on him. Time and again he hurt her. Why couldn't he do anything right when it came to Gina?

* * *

Gina furiously paced the living room floor. When would she learn her lesson? At least this time she had stood up for herself. She would have loved to have seen Rio's expression when he opened the file folder to see the ripped contract. It felt good to do so, but now she was back to being jobless.

What was she to do now?

Plopping down on the couch, she groaned. She was an adult, for goodness sake. It was time to take life's steering wheel and start driving.

Easier said than done. She had absolutely no idea where to go from here. The job market sucked, and her almost-partnership died before it could begin. Thankfully, between Gordon's final paycheck and her tiny savings, she had a little bit of time.

There was a knock on her door, but she ignored it, thinking it had to be Rio. She would not talk to him no matter what. Just by opening his mouth he cast a spell over her, and she would not fall for it this time.

Another knock.

Nice try. He could knock until his knuckles were bruised.

The sound of wood splintering and the door banging against the wall jostled her.

"Where are you!"

Gina didn't have time to hide before she saw Hulk charge at her, toppling her back down onto the couch.

"I lost everything because of you."

Gina couldn't breathe, let alone plead her case.

He grabbed a wad of her hair and dragged her head back, straining her neck to the breaking point. "Not so tough without Rio to back you."

"Please," she rasped.

Gina had thought she had known fear in her life, but now she knew she never had until this moment. Her vision was fading from blurry to white. And no matter how much she wanted to kick him or defend herself, her limbs wouldn't move. She was paralyzed.

Tears blinded what sight she could see. A blurry mass darkened her vision for a moment. She heard a swear, and she was pressed farther into the couch, but then she was released. Gina coughed and sagged down to the floor, holding her stomach.

She vaguely heard Rio's voice. Gina wiped the tears from her eyes and took a shuddering breath just as Rio slammed Hulk against the wall. It did nothing to hurt Hulk. He bounced right back and hurled his fist into Rio's stomach, making Rio double over.

Hulk laughed as he punched a fist that connected with Rio's jaw.

Rio fell back into the wall. Glaring at Hulk, Rio straightened and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"Round two?" Hulk taunted.

Rio continued to glare. "What happened to you? We used to be friends. I let the theft slide, but then you hurt Sydney and now Gina. Why?"

"You took my dream away, so I'll take away what matters to you. This is just the beginning."

"You need help. You're not yourself."

"Maybe I just need a good fuck. Gina can give me all the help I need. Or maybe Sydney?" Hulk grinned.

Rio charged at Hulk once again, slamming him to the wall with no effect. Did Hulk even feel pain?

Sirens sounded in the distance. Gina wished they were for her, but her phone was in her purse, which was hanging on a hook by the door. She wouldn't be able to get to it without getting caught in the fight.

"I called the police," Mrs. Treglown shouted from the hall.

Hulk stopped fighting and was about to run when Rio swung and punched him in the nose. Blood gushed from the impact. Hulk put his hand up to his nose to stop the flow, pushing Rio out of the way with his other hand. Rio fell against the wall as Hulk ran out of the apartment.

Mrs. Treglown shrieked from the hallway. Gina stood, a bit wobbly, and hurried to the hall to find her on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Gina asked, stooping to help her to her feet.

"He pushed me."

Struggling, Gina tried to get Mrs. Treglown up off the floor, but she was dead weight. Rio came out and helped, apologizing to Mrs. Treglown for Hulk's behavior.

"Thank you for calling the police," Gina said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Mrs. Treglown nodded, but Gina was unable to talk to her more as uniformed officers ran up the stairs.

"Did you get him?" Rio asked. "The guy with a bloody nose."

One of the officers radioed down, but it sounded as though Hulk had escaped.

"I have his home address," Rio said.

Even though Hulk wasn't firing on all cylinders, Gina didn't think he'd be stupid enough to go back home.

So as the police tried to track down Hulk, two officers remained, taking statements. Gina handed Rio an icepack for his jaw while they continued to answer questions. Rio spoke the most, having known Hulk the longest. He also told them about the theft and Sydney's run-in with Hulk.

After twenty minutes, they had what they needed and left.

Rio looked at Gina's broken door. "I'll get that fixed for you tonight."

"Don't bother," she said. "I'll have the building superintendent take care of it."

Gina walked to her room and grabbed her suitcase from the closet. She was done with Rio. Done with the cold weather. And certainly done with Hulk. Until Hulk was found, she wanted nothing to do with Chicago.

"Are you going somewhere?" Rio asked, concerned.

"I'm going on vacation." She haphazardly tossed clothes into the suitcase and then rounded up the personal items that she'd need. She dug out her passport from her desk just in case.

"Gina, I'm sorry for everything. My web search was for you, not for me. I just wanted to make sure that if you needed to get out of the contract, you could."

Gina closed her suitcase and looked at him, ignoring the jab of pain she felt. "Then take this as my notice. I need out." She lifted her suitcase and set it on the floor.

"Please don't go. I'll make sure Hulk doesn't come back." He rubbed his forehead. "I have so much to apologize for. Please don't go."

She heard the sincerity in his voice, but she was at the end of her limits. All she wanted to do was lie on a beach and soak up sun. God, she missed the sun. And it wasn't like Rio needed her. He still had the deal with Gordon, and he could have her idea with her blessing just as long as she didn't have to stay here another minute.

"I hope it works out for you, Rio. Thanks for coming when you did."

Gina didn't want to think about what would have happened if Rio hadn't been there.

"Where are you going?"

She shrugged. "Someplace without snow."

"Stay. Please."

Gina rolled her suitcase out into the hall and knocked on Mrs. Treglown's door. She was slow to open it, which only made the prolonged encounter with Rio that much more awkward.

"I'm leaving for a little while," she said to Mrs. Treglown, handing her the key to her door, which seemed rather silly since it was currently laying on the floor. "I'll call maintenance and see that my door gets fixed. Until then, can you just keep an eye on it and water my flowers?"

"Sure, dear. Where are you two going?"

Two? Gina glanced behind her at Rio. "It's just me, and I'm not sure yet. But you have my number in case you need me."

She nodded. "Just make sure it's safe before you leave the building."

"I will." Gina smiled at the older woman and turned to leave, skirting past Rio.

"Gina, please talk to me," he said.

"I'm done talking, and I'm done getting caught in the middle of your drama. I'm going where it's warm and I can think." Even if she had to go slightly in debt, it was worth it to get out of Chicago and away from Rio.

"Will you at least tell me where you're going so I don't worry?"

"What would it matter?" she asked, dragging her suitcase down the stairs. Rio had attempted to help her, but she'd tugged the suitcase away from him.

"It matters to me," he said.

"As far as I can tell, your company is the only thing that matters to you," she said, pausing. "And your family. You do seem to care about them. Since I'm neither, I've realized that I need to move on."

"I care about you."

She stopped, but only briefly. No, if she let him talk any more she would second-guess her decision to leave. And she needed a vacation—desperately.

"Actions speak louder than words," she said, finally clearing the last step and escaping out the front door. She knew he would follow if only because he had to leave as well.

"At least tell me when you'll be back. Sydney will want to know."

"Then she can call me."

Gina hailed a taxi, thanking the stars that one pulled over immediately. The truth was, she'd ignore any calls from Sydney. It was a pity she had to give up the friendship. Gina liked her.

Gina shoved her suitcase into the back seat and then climbed in behind it.

"Gina—"

She shut the door, cutting off Rio.

Gina told herself not to look back, but when the taxi turned the corner, she peeked. And what she saw broke her heart just a little bit more.

Chapter 22

Rio swore when the taxi pulled away, not caring who heard him. Gina was leaving, and it was all his fault. The finality in her voice tore at him. She might not be leaving forever, but it was clear she wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

His phone rang, and he immediately picked it up, hoping it was Gina.

"Rio, are you okay? You sound upset," Evelyn said.

Rio didn't have the strength to pretend everything was okay. His jaw was killing him, and he was pretty sure he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"I just had an altercation with a past employee. I'm a little stressed."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really. I have to go and check on a few things. Can I call you later?"

"Sure, darling."

Rio hung up and slowly walked home, trying not to think. It was hard not to remember the hurt in Gina's eyes or the way Hulk had turned on him. He had never seen Hulk out of control. It scared him.

When Rio returned home, he grabbed a beer and collapsed into a leather chair. He didn't drink the beer, just held it to his jaw.

"I thought everyone was gone," Eddy said, coming into the room. Eddy opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. When he turned around and saw Rio's face, he asked, "What happened to you?"

"Hulk kicked the crap out of me."

"I hope you got in some good punches."

"A few."

"I thought he was your friend."

"So did I. But if you see him, call the police."

"What did he do besides wreck your face?"

"Too much to explain. My jaw is killing me."

Eddy leaned in closer and winced. "You're going to have serious bruising."

Rio wasn't worried about bruising. He'd had worse during his brief stint in MMA, which was why he left. The pain was not worth the reward. Plus, he liked helping people, which is why he started the gym. It was his best decision ever, minus hiring his friend, Hulk. That probably should have been another rule in the policy guide.

"Well, I'll see you," Eddy said, walking toward the door with his beer.

"Where have you been?" Rio asked before Eddy could get too far.

Eddy smiled. "If London can't get the answer out of me, do you really think you can?"

Rio thought not. "Will you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Go to the airport and see if you can figure out where Gina is going." She might be at a counter trying to buy tickets or stuck in line at security. It was a long shot.

"The girl in the cat pajamas?"

"Yes."

"You got a thing for her?"

"I messed up."

Eddy grinned. "You're totally into her."

"Will you help me?"

"For a hundred dollars."

"Done."

"I should have asked for more," Eddy said with a sigh.

Rio didn't agree, but Eddy could have fleeced him for ten times that much.

"Call me as soon as you find her," Rio said.

"That'll be an extra hundred."

"Eddy," Rio warned.

"Fine. Fifty, but I want it in cash tonight." Eddy walked out the door, whistling as if he had all the time in the world.

"Just hurry!"

If only Rio could have Eddy's carefree existence, life would be so much more enjoyable.

Rio slid his phone from his pocket to call Sydney. Now that his head was slowly becoming clearer after Hulk rattled his brain, he realized Sydney didn't have a clue what had happened and that Hulk was becoming more dangerous by the minute.

"Hey, Rio," she said when she answered the phone. "I can't talk right now. I have to head into a meeting."

"Hulk just attacked Gina. Just stay at the office and call me when you're ready to leave. I'll come get you."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. I was able to stop him. Just promise that you'll call."

"I will. Where's Gina now?"

"She packed her bags and left. I have no idea where she went."

"Because of Hulk?"

It would have been easy to blame it all on Hulk, but he knew the real answer.

"No. She left because I screwed up again."

"What did you do?" Sydney demanded.

"I keep hurting her," he admitted. "I don't mean to, but it's like I can't seem to stop. I really messed up."

Sydney tsked. "I swear men are stupid."

Normally he would call her out on such a blanket statement, but he really couldn't defend himself let alone the rest of the male population. While London and Rome might be smart, they were her brothers and so therefore dumb. Sydney's logic could not be turned. And yet when Rio had pointed out that the majority of men in the world had siblings, she said, "Exactly," thus proving her point, whatever it was.

"I need to go. Listen, we are going to discuss your stupidity at length tonight. I also have a request of you, which is a pleasant way of saying you don't have a choice. I'll tell you about it later."

Rio should have been worried about the "request," but his head began to throb and he decided he didn't care.

* * *

Evelyn sat back in her chaise lounge, drinking the most delicious martini ever made. Mathis kissed her temple before sitting down next to her.

"We could be in the Mediterranean right now," he said.

Evelyn nearly felt sorry for Mathis, who was still trying to acclimate to the cold temperatures.

"You know why I'm here," she said. "And thank you for making my martini. It's strong, just like you." She winked.

He smiled, the cold forgotten for the moment. And he really didn't have anything to complain about. He was fed, clothed, and well paid while he trained. And at nights, she kept him plenty warm. She wished half of her clients had been as generous as she was to her trainee.

"Do me a favor," she said. "Call Dolin. Tell him he has an assignment. Use the burner phone."

"So soon?"

"This is a special case."

When Mathis left, she set down her martini and glanced at her phone as she scrolled through a social media feed, eyeing her target.

With his bulging muscles, he'd be easy to track.

She smiled and took a sip of her martini, happy to be in her hometown. Family was important, after all.

* * *

Gina studied the departure boards at the airport. There were so many options, she felt overwhelmed. But really, all she needed to find was the cheapest flight. Knowing last-minute travel was rarely inexpensive, she rolled her suitcase to the nearest counter and waited in line. At least the holiday rush was well over.

While she waited, she took out her driver's license and credit card so that she would be ready. It was insane running away like this, but if she didn't, she couldn't be responsible for her actions. Tired of being everyone's punching bag, she knew this was exactly what she needed.

It wasn't long before she was standing in front of the counter. The airline agent searched her computer. "I think I have exactly what you need, and it will only be four hundred and thirty dollars. Not bad for last minute. How does Cozumel sound?"

"Like heaven." She'd visit her sister some other time. Gina handed over her credit card, and within a couple of minutes, she had her ticket in her hand and her bag checked.

She walked to security and once again waited in line.

"Where are you off to?" a man asked from behind.

Gina wasn't sure he was talking to her, so she turned around, finding Eddy.

"Did Rio put you up to this?"

Eddy shrugged, but his smug expression told her exactly what she needed to know.

"I'm going to San Diego," she said.

"Liar," he said with a smirk. His blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness. "I can see your ticket."

She glowered at him. "What does he want?"

"You."

Gina tried not to gasp, but her mouth did fall open. "Now who's the liar?"

"I'm not lying. He might not have said it, but I know my brother way too well. He wouldn't have bribed me to come here if he wasn't disgustingly sappy for you."

"He wanted to break our contract before we even signed it."

"I don't know anything about the contract, but I'm sure he had a reason."

The line moved forward, and Gina placed her purse on the belt. "Don't tell him where I'm going."

"Why? If he truly doesn't care, he won't follow you."

"And if he does?" She didn't want to sound hopeful. Right now, she wanted nothing to do with Rio. But it would be rather romantic if he did follow her, declaring his love. But that was a fantasy world, and she knew better than to believe it.

Eddy shrugged. "Don't you want to find out for yourself?"

"No, so don't tell him. Promise me."

"I don't do promises."

"Please," she begged. "I need time to figure things out."

"I'll think about it," he said with a sigh, and he backed out of line. "Have a good flight."

She watched as he left, knowing he'd probably tell Rio where she was headed. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Gina walked through the metal detector and grabbed her purse from the other side.

Time for Gina.

* * *

Rio was impatiently waiting for a call from Eddy when Sydney came home and sat on the leather chair across from him.

"What are you doing home?" he asked, looking at the clock to see it was still early. "You were supposed to call me to come get you."

"You look like hell," she said.

"Sydney, Cash is still out there." He refused to address him as Hulk anymore. Nicknames were for friends.

"I know. I caught a taxi instead of walking home."

"I could have picked you up."

She waved off his concerns. "I'm too excited. Do you have Evelyn's phone number?"

"Yes, why?"

"You said she had money for us, right?"

"Yes."

"I want to use it."

"For what?" Rio asked, perplexed. Sydney had a decent job with opportunity for growth. She lived at home with all her bills paid by London. What did she need money for?

"It's none of your business," she said, and then she bounced on her seat. "But since I'm so excited, I'll let you in on my plan."

He dreaded any time Sydney had a plan. It normally involved him in some way.

"I'm going to start a women's organization."

"What kind?"

"I'm envisioning a group of women coming together to help other women. It's all about being a team for the greater good of all women. Promoting education, fitness, and self-esteem. I want to help abused women."

"It sounds like it would be a great addition for the community."

"That's what I thought. So, I quit my job."

"What?"

"That was the reason for my meeting earlier."

"You left your job?"

"It was just a job. This is my passion."

"You've had a lot of passions. I've had to hear about them, be strong-armed into them, and then have you give up a week later."

"That's because I was young and silly."

"You're still young and silly."

"Rio," she scolded, "I thought out of everyone you'd be behind me. I'm serious about this. Hulk scared the hell out of me. If I hadn't fought back . . ." She shivered. "Listen, there are so many girls and women that go through what I've been through and weren't as lucky as I was. I want to help them."

He couldn't argue with Sydney. As it was, guilt plagued him for not only what happened to her, but what happened to Gina as well.

"What do you need from me?" he asked.

She grinned. "I'm so glad you asked! We have a lot of work to do."

Chapter 23

"Care for another drink, Gina?" Mario, the friendly bartender, asked.

Gina nodded. "But make it a virgin this time. I swear you added double the alcohol last time."

His dimpled smile confirmed her suspicion.

When she'd first arrived in Cozumel, she was lost. She tried the beach, but going from sub-zero to swelter was a little much for her. After a few trips into the water to cool off and then back to the beach to bake, she decided this wasn't quite for her. While she was thrilled being able to wear shorts and flip-flops, she just wanted to do something that wouldn't make her pale northern skin fry.

That's when she found this little oasis. The cabana was built next to the beach, giving her eyes a perfect view of the ocean and her feet a place to wiggle in the sand. Plus, it was shaded, had alcohol, a handsome bartender, and free wi-fi. This was her heaven.

Gina sat in a lounge chair with her laptop on her lap, sunglasses propped on her head, and a cool drink on the little table next to her.

"When do you have to go back home?" Mario asked, setting the frozen concoction next to her.

"Two days," she said remorsefully. She liked her sanctuary, but she knew she couldn't live in the cabana forever.

"Come to a party with me tonight," he said.

She looked up from her laptop to eye him. Was he being friendly or something else? Over the five days she'd spent here, Mario had always been nice to her, asking why she wasn't at the beach with the rest of the tourists. He brought her drinks and even tossed in a few free ones.

"I don't think I should," she said, returning her gaze to the laptop.

Mario sat down on the edge of her lounge chair, forcing her to look at him again.

"You've been sitting here for days working on your new website. It looks awesome, by the way."

"Thanks."

"Don't you want to have fun for one night before you go home?"

If he had asked her on day one, she might have said yes. But that was before she overheard a man talking on his cell phone at the beach. He was conducting business while his kids made sandcastles. It got her thinking. She wanted the freedom of being in control of her future with flexible workspaces. Over the next day, she found her path; now she just had to make it a reality. Gina knew exactly what to do when she returned home. But there was some work that had to be done before then.

"I'll pass, Mario. But thank you."

He didn't seem heartbroken over it, so it must have just been a friendly invitation. She was thankful for that. Her heart was still a little battered.

For the first few days, she had watched to see if Rio had followed her. And while she wanted her space, the fact that he didn't follow her was a bit of a jagged pill to swallow. Sure, she knew Rio wasn't interested in her, but Eddy seemed to think otherwise. And a bit of her wanted to believe him.

"If you change your mind, just let me know before my shift is over."

"Thank you."

He stood and headed back to the bar to tend on the few other people that had strayed in.

A man at the end of the bar looked at her and then away. He had the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. She didn't think anything about his gaze until she looked up to find he was staring at her again. Perhaps it was because she was the only female in the bar. Either way, she tried to ignore him.

Fifteen minutes later, he finished his beer and walked out. Gina resumed working on her website, listing her services. She wasn't sure about pricing yet, because every job would be a little different depending upon the client's needs. So, instead of listing a price, she wrote, "Call for a custom quote."

She smiled, knowing that at the end of her vacation, she would be in business for herself.

The next time she took a break, it was nearing dinnertime, and she was starving. Plus, she needed to stretch from sitting too long. Perhaps a walk on the beach and then dinner at the hotel lounge. It had musicians each night, and she could use the distraction. While she wasn't up for a full-on party, music was welcome.

Gina packed up her things and paid her tab, then walked out onto the beach with her bag slung over her shoulder. She passed the man who had been looking at her, but he didn't acknowledge her when she walked past, so it must have been all in her head. She kicked off her flip-flops and let the sand squish between her toes. Maybe she'd have to plan a trip every year. She felt rejuvenated.

After her walk along the beach, she returned to her hotel room and placed her bag on the little desk. She looked in her suitcase, wondering what she could change into. When she had packed, she hadn't been thinking clearly. So some of her clothes were useless, including a thick sweater she didn't even realize she had brought.

Gina pulled out something suitable for dinner and went to the shower to rinse off. It wasn't like she had been playing in the ocean, but she still felt like she was wearing a layer of salt and sand. Gina let the water run over her, allowing her shoulders and neck to relax as the water pitter-pattered down.

She tried not to think of anything but the refreshing water, but it reminded her of Rio. When he had arrived at her apartment nearly frozen solid, she had thought only of getting him somewhere warm.

She missed him, which seemed odd since they hadn't known each other for that long.

Gina stood under the water for much longer than she would normally. In the shower, she could dream. But eventually her stomach protested, wanting food not fantasy.

Stepping out, Gina wrapped the towel around herself. She was just about to open the bathroom door when she heard a noise. It sounded like it was right outside of the bathroom. She paused and listened for another noise, trying to quell the rising panic.

Gina normally bolted the room door when she went to bed, but it never crossed her mind to do it before her shower. Yes, the door automatically locked, but anyone with a master key or savvy technology could bypass that lock.

Her ears strained at the silence. There were no other noises that she detected. Was it all in her head? It was possible. After her run-in with Hulk, she'd flinch if a man walked too close to her.

Taking a steady breath, she inched the door open as quietly as possible. Then she pulled it a little wider. Finally, she opened the door all the way and let out a gust of air. No one was there. It was all in her imagination. However, still freaked out by the experience, she bolted the room door before she dressed.

By the time she brushed her hair and slipped into her clothes, her nerves were back to normal. She felt silly, but she also gave herself the okay to be a little nervous. It would take time before the attack faded into a bad memory instead of a nightmare.

Before she headed down to dinner, she went to retrieve her purse from her computer bag. However, the bag wasn't on the desk. Didn't she put it there when she came inside? She was positive she did. So where was her bag?

Gina scanned the room and discovered it was on the nightstand nearer to the bathroom. She wouldn't have put it there.

A crawly sensation creeped around her. Someone had been in her room. Gina opened her bag to make sure everything was still there. It was all accounted for. Even her wallet was intact. It didn't make sense. Why would someone break in and then not steal anything?

One thing she did know: She no longer felt safe at the hotel.

* * *

Rio yawned. He blinked at the paper Sydney held in front of his nose.

"Rio, pay attention," Sydney scolded him again.

It wasn't his fault. Once she put her plans in motion, she was nonstop, which meant he was then roped into helping. Not only was Sydney using his gym as a staging area for meetings and group activities, he was also the self-defense instructor. She highlighted the free classes on pamphlets that were handed out around town.

It didn't help that Rio couldn't sleep. And the accounting was getting away from him again.

Not only that, but the police hadn't located Cash yet.

If Eddy's information was right, Gina was due to arrive back home in a few hours. Rio wanted to warn her about Cash, but he was unsure of how she would receive him.

"Rio!" Sydney scolded.

"Will you talk to Gina today?" he asked. "She probably doesn't know Cash is still on the loose."

"Don't worry. I've got volunteers posting wanted signs around the city. I doubt he'd be stupid enough to stay."

Rio wasn't too sure of that.

"But I will let her know," Sydney continued. "I want to see if she had fun on her vacation."

Rio nodded.

"You really like her, don't you?" Sydney smiled smugly.

He didn't say anything, because whatever words came out of his mouth, Sydney would twist.

Sydney studied him as though he were a biology experiment and then gasped, "You love her."

It had taken Rio awhile to admit it to himself, so he wasn't going to admit it to Sydney, especially since Gina wanted nothing to do with him.

"Are we done here?" he asked, standing.

"No, you still didn't tell me if I can use the studio tomorrow night."

"Are there any classes scheduled?"

"Yes, but we'd use it after the classes."

"Then go ahead."

She squeezed him into a rib-crushing hug. "Did I ever tell you you're the best brother in the world?"

"No, and I wouldn't admit that in front of London."

Sydney smiled and swatted his arm. "London already has a big ego. He doesn't need me to inflate it any more. I have to get these flyers printed," she said, turning to leave.

"Don't forget to talk to Gina."

"I won't. Do you want me to give her a message from you?"

"No, just tell her to be careful."

"That's it?"

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"That you are an idiot and you love her. And that if Cash dares to show his face you'll hop on your white horse and save her."

"This whole week you've been telling me women don't need men to save them. Women are strong and resourceful. I believe you also said men were a plague on Earth."

She shrugged. "We are strong and resourceful, but that doesn't mean we don't like a brave man to come to our rescue when we need help. We just don't need him to bonk us over the head with his club and drag us to his cave by our hair. If we like him, we'll go willingly."

Rio frowned. "It's no wonder I never understand you."

"You don't have to understand me. You only have to understand Gina."

He wasn't sure he was capable of that either. Yes, he understood why she was upset, but he didn't know how to fix it.

* * *

Gina lugged her suitcase up the stairs. Mrs. Treglown opened her door just as Gina made it to the landing.

"I saw the taxi pull up," she said, shuffling into the hall in her housecoat and slippers. She took a key from her housecoat pocket. "Here is your new key. Alan said your lock was busted."

"Thank you," Gina said, taking the key. "Has everything been quiet since I left?"

"Yes. No more break-ins. And your plants are still alive. I even left you a plate of cookies in case you're hungry after your flight."

"Thank you," Gina said again, wondering how she got so lucky to have a neighbor who cared. "I'll probably eat the whole plate tonight."

Mrs. Treglown smiled. "If you need more, you know where to find me." She walked back to her apartment, gave a little wave, and then closed the door.

Gina inserted the new key into the lock and opened the door. She spotted the plate of cookies on the table. Chocolate chip.

Rolling her suitcase into her bedroom, she began to unpack, only to be stopped by a knock on her door. Did Mrs. Treglown bring her more cookies? Or was there a large, angry man outside her door who wanted to finish what he started? As it was, she was still rattled from her break-in at the hotel.

Gina quietly walked to the door and peeked through the hole, relieved to find Sydney. She opened the door and greeted her.

"What brings you by?" Gina asked. "It was good timing. I just walked in the door a moment ago."

"I'm just checking in," she said. "Do you have a minute?"

Gina opened the door wider and waved her in. "Mrs. Treglown made cookies. We can eat and talk."

Sydney eyed the cookies and smiled. "How can I get her to move by me?"

"Hey, she's mine." Gina unwrapped the cookies and held out the plate to Sydney.

They both selected a cookie and sat at the table.

"I have news," Sydney said.

"What is it?" She hoped it wasn't about Rio. It was hard enough not to think about him every minute of every day.

"I started a program, and I want you to be a part of it."

"What kind of program?"

"Basically, one to empower women. For now. But I can see it evolving. We'll have meetings and self-defense classes. Motivational speakers. The sky is the limit. After my run-in with Cash, I felt a bit alone. But the more I researched, the more women I've found who have been through worse experiences. I want us to come together as a community. We should have each other's back."

"That sounds wonderful."

"So, you'll be a part of it?"

"Yes, of course."

She smiled. "I knew you would. We'll have a meeting tomorrow night. We're still trying to structure and organize. Can you come?"

"Sure. Just let me know when and where."

"Seven o'clock at the gym."

"The gym?" Gina nearly choked on her cookie.

"Once I get funding it will be held somewhere else in case women are hesitant to go into a testosterone zone. I'm thinking of asking Evelyn for money, but I'm not sure."

"Who is Evelyn?"

"My mom. Rio said she had some money saved for us, but I know London would be against my using it."

"Then ask London for money. It sounds like a good cause."

"Thank you. I knew you'd get it. I might ask him, but he's always said if we were going to be successful, we had to work hard and be independent. I really don't want to hear the speech over again. Eddy can recite it by heart."

"You'll figure it out. I have faith in you."

"Thanks." She nibbled on her cookie. "By the way, Cash is still on the run. The police haven't caught him yet."

"Really?" Gina thought for sure they'd have found him that day. Suddenly her apartment didn't seem so safe. He broke through one door; he wouldn't stop at a second. "Thank you for telling me."

"You can thank Rio. As soon as your plane landed, he kicked me out so I could tell you right away. I mean, I would have made sure to tell you, but he was watching the clock like a kid on the last day of school." Sydney picked up another cookie. "He feels like an ass, just so you know."

Gina didn't know how to respond, so she picked up a second cookie.

"So, how was your vacation?" Sydney asked.

Relieved they were back on a neutral topic, Gina filled her in on her project and left out the break-in at the hotel.

"So, you're going into business for yourself," Sydney summed up.

"Yes. I have the website done. Now I just have to find clients. But I'm sure I will find some. I just hope it will be enough to pay rent. I can survive for three months, and then I'll have to reassess."

"You'll be fine," Sydney said as though Gina wasn't taking a huge risk. "So, you'll do bookkeeping and accounting stuff?"

"Yes. I'll probably look for small businesses that don't have enough work for a full-time accountant and don't want to do the work themselves."

"Like Rio," she said.

"Yes, but not Rio."

"He would hire you."

"And then probably fire me."

Sydney nibbled at her cookie again. "No, I think he knows he was wrong many times. If you send him a link to your website, I know he'd be interested. He can be very supportive. He's even started a self-defense class for me and it's free to the public. Give him another shot. Even as a kid he never learned his lesson the first time. But once he did, he never forgot."

"I'll keep him in mind," Gina said, only so they could move on to another subject. There was no way she'd ask Rio to be her client. Gina also had learned her lesson.

Chapter 24

When Gina arrived at the gym the following evening, she did not want to go inside. But since Sydney had promised Rio wouldn't be there, she didn't have an excuse.

Sydney had said she'd sent Rio on an endless errand, whatever that meant. Still, Gina was in his territory and felt extremely uncomfortable. What if Rio didn't want her there? What if he came back and kicked her out? She was already humiliated enough.

But she had promised Sydney. Besides, Sydney had her back. And wasn't that what this whole night was about, women taking care of each other?

Gina wanted to be a part of that. She didn't have too many skills beyond accounting, but she could help somehow.

With renewed purpose, Gina opened the door and went to the front desk. "I'm here for Sydney's event."

Tammy nodded and pointed to the hall. "Studio one."

Gina hurried to the studio, relieved to find Sydney already there with a few other people.

"Gina, I'm so glad you came."

"You made me promise."

She grinned. "I know. But you'd be amazed how many people don't keep their promises. There are only a few of us tonight. I thought having a core group would help keep us focused. Then we'll open it up to more women. I just didn't want to have too many chefs and not enough recipes."

"What would you like me to do?" Gina asked.

"Just pipe in with ideas and if you're willing to volunteer on projects. We'll come up with a list of items that need to be done. Any help with them would be great."

There were five women in all. They sat on Pilates balls in a circle and discussed not only what first steps they wanted to take, but also what the ultimate goal would be. They all sounded knowledgeable and were excited to take on rolls to keep the project moving. It was definitely grassroots. In the hands of someone not as motivated, it was probably doomed to fizzle out. But with Sydney and these gals, Gina was sure they'd do something amazing for the community.

"Gina, a little further down the road when we have donors, I was hoping you could sit on the board as the treasurer," Sydney said. "Eventually we'll have to become a charitable organization."

"I'd be happy to," Gina said, pleased she was able to contribute with something she could actually do.

"Excellent," Sydney said. "Let's think of different outreach programs. I think some of these might be pushed until next year, but if we can implement even one in the next few months, it'd be great."

The studio door opened, and a woman walked in. Judging from the quality of her clothes and the regal way she held herself, this woman was very wealthy. She was blonde and possibly in her late forties or early fifties.

"Evelyn," Sydney said, standing. "I wasn't expecting you to come."

"I got your message. It sounds like something I'd like to be a part of, so I came as soon as I could."

Gina stared at the woman. This was Sydney's mother? They didn't look alike, but then none of the siblings did either.

"You're welcome to join us," Sydney said, gesturing to the women who were perched on giant balls. In Evelyn's pencil skirt and heels, she didn't look like she could sit on a ball with any grace or dignity.

Evelyn must have had the same thought. "Just send me the details. Maybe we can have lunch. I'll be happy to contribute a first donation."

"Really? That would help tremendously."

"Well, I heard what happened, and I'm glad you are taking a stand. I wish there had been women like you when I was younger."

Sydney smiled and seemed at a loss for what to say.

"Call me tomorrow and we'll discuss," Evelyn said. "Is Rio here?"

"No, I sent him on an errand."

Evelyn nodded and was about to leave when her gaze caught on Gina.

"Oh, Evelyn, this is Gina," Sydney said. "I didn't mean to prattle on in the voicemail I left you, but she's the one I was talking about."

Gina stood, but she was unsure what had been said, so she didn't know how to react. Thankfully, Evelyn held out her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said.

Gina shook her hand and returned the sentiment.

"Gina just opened her own business," Sydney said, filling in the silence. "She'll be taking accounting jobs."

"Very good," Evelyn said, studying her. "I like a woman who takes charge of her life."

"Thank you," Gina said. "It'll be a work in progress, but I'm optimistic."

"I'm sure with hard work, you'll be a success. I wanted to say I'm sorry. I heard about your altercation with Cash," she said. "I was very pleased to hear Rio was at least able to aid you."

"Thank you," Gina said, feeling awkward. "It's a memory I'd like to forget."

Evelyn shook her head. "You can never forget memories like that. You have to learn to use them to become stronger; otherwise, they will continue to victimize you." She looked at Sydney. "Well, I will leave you ladies to finish your meeting. Call me, darling."

Sydney nodded and watched as her mother left, then she sat down on her ball. "Ladies, I think we're in business."

The rest of the meeting passed in a flurry of ideas. One woman scribbled furiously on a notepad to keep up with all of the ideas that poured from the group. Interventions, classes, outreach, social media presence, activities, donor parties, and the list continued until they all looked at each other, speechless.

"Ladies, I think we've done it," Sydney said, smiling proudly. "Now, we just have to name our group."

Gina didn't think she had any more ideas in her. Her brain was completely fried.

"Women United," a lady suggested.

"WITT," another person said. "We're in This Together."

"Warrior Women," another said.

"Haven," Gina said.

Sydney smiled. "Excellent. Why don't we think of as many names as we can, and then we'll vote next meeting?"

The group agreed and then the women gathered up their belongings, stowed the balls, and headed out for the night. Gina walked with them, wanting to blend in with the crowd, but Sydney stopped her before she could exit the building.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Sydney said. "It means a lot."

"No problem. I'm glad I can be a part of this." Gina just wanted to leave. Every second she stayed was another second she might run into Rio.

"And, I'm sorry," Sydney said.

"Sorry for what?"

Sydney pointed. Gina turned around to find Rio standing behind her. Sydney leaned to whisper to Gina, "Be kind to him. He feels really bad."

What about kindness to Gina, who was trapped?

"Hi," he said as Sydney scurried away.

Gina gave a nod.

"Don't blame Sydney," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you get home okay. She told you about Cash still being on the run, right?"

"Yes. I'll be fine," she said bravely, although she felt anything but brave.

"Let me at least walk you home."

"No, thank you."

"Gina, please. Just let me walk you home, and then you never have to see me again."

That was the problem. She did want to see him again. Just being near him made her wonder why she was even upset with him. But he'd ultimately remind her, and she'd hate herself even more for caving.

"Please," Rio said. "It's dark outside."

Gina grudgingly agreed.

* * *

Rio walked next to Gina in silence. He wasn't sure what to say to her. He had already apologized again. And from what he could tell, she'd accepted it. But there was still something off between them. Perhaps she was just waiting for him to hurt her again. He did it often enough.

"Did you have a nice vacation?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you."

Silence.

"At least it was someplace warm," he said. "You missed another snowstorm."

She nodded as if she knew.

They walked the remaining way to her apartment in silence. It wasn't until she unlocked her door and was about to go inside that he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Tell me how to fix this," he said.

"Fix what?"

"Us."

She frowned. "There is no us."

"I want there to be."

Gina looked at him, confused, so he continued.

"The only reason I was looking for a way to break a partnership was because I want to date you. And, if after a while you decided I wasn't worth the trouble—because I always tend to do something stupid—I wanted you to be able to be free. Now you just hate me."

"I don't hate you."

"Then tell me how I can fix this. Can we at least work on the project at the gym? We don't even have to sign a contract if you don't want to."

"I'm working on another project right now."

Rio felt as though he were kicked in the gut. She obviously wanted nothing to do with him. His interest in dating must have been one-sided, because she looked baffled when he admitted it.

"Why don't you work on the live-streaming classes?" she suggested.

"It's your idea," he said. "I'm not going to steal it from you."

She waved off his concerns. "It's not like live streaming is an original idea. I just took the idea and made it unique to your gym. And, really, I'm excited about my new project. So, please use the idea. I know you'll do great with it."

He had liked the thought that she would be his partner, but perhaps it was better this way.

"What project are you working on?" he asked, not wanting to leave just yet.

"I'm starting my own accounting business. I'll target small companies that don't need a full-time accountant."

"Can I be your first customer?"

She studied him for a moment as if to make sure he was serious. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? You know I need the help. I'm already falling behind again." When she didn't look convinced, he added, "Just for a month. If you decide you don't want to do it anymore, I won't bother you."

She bit her bottom lip in thought. "One month. And my office is here at home."

"Done. How do I get my bills and receipts to you? Do I bring them here or do you pick them up?"

She opened her mouth and then smiled shyly. "I didn't plan that far ahead. But I'll pick them up once a week for now. Just have a file folder that I can grab at the front desk. I'll figure out a schedule and then get back to you."

This was the in he was looking for. Perhaps over time, she would see that he wasn't such a screw-up.

"Thank you," he said, stepping back from the door.

"Try not to freeze this time," she teased.

Rio smiled. "No guarantees. Good night."

"Good night," she said and then slowly closed the door.

His steps were lighter when he walked home. Not only was she taking over his finances again, but he felt as though something had shifted for the better, even if just slightly. He'd take it.

* * *

Evelyn arrived home to find Mathis waiting by the living room fireplace with a glass of wine ready for her. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her coat on a chair as she crossed over to him. She'd trained him well.

"Did you have a good evening?" he asked, handing her the wine glass.

"Yes, I believe so. Sydney is going to let me donate money to her group."

"Would she have said no to a donation?"

"If London had anything to do with it, yes. But Rio might have softened her toward me."

"Wonderful. You must be pleased."

"I am," she said, but there was one item of business that was still outstanding. "Have you heard from Dolin?"

"No, but I can call him if you'd like."

"Please do. I want the information he promised me. I should have had it days ago."

He took her wine glass and offered his arm. "I'll call Dolin, but you have a bath waiting for you."

Mathis was completely delectable. He knew her every desire before she did. She'd have to be careful. Love was never an option.

* * *

It was a couple of days later when Rio received a call from Gordon.

"I was just thinking of calling you," Rio said.

"I beat you to it," Gordon said. "I've got good news. We have a patent pending on the new machine, and the company I hired to make the prototype is nearly finished. We should have a working model in the next two days."

"That's great news!" Rio couldn't wait to see his design brought to life.

"Yes, I thought you'd like that. I would have called you sooner, but I'm swamped with paperwork. Everyone I've interviewed for Gina's job isn't qualified."

"She's opening an accounting business. I'm her first client. Why don't you talk to her and see if you can make an arrangement?"

"I'd love to, but I fired her. I doubt she'd want anything to do with me."

"I fired her too, but somehow I sweet-talked her into giving me a second chance."

"Somehow I don't think my sweet-talking and your sweet-talking are the same."

"Give her a chance. The worst she can say is no."

"How much does she charge?"

"Does it matter?"

Gordon grumbled and then said, "No. Anything's better than living under this stack of paper."

After Gordon hung up, Rio went to make his rounds, only to be stopped by Sydney.

"You're just the person I was looking for," she said with a smile that made Rio want to run. He knew that grin well. It meant she wanted something, and she was going to fight until she got it.

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing there was a bandage somewhere and she was going to rip it off.

"I need your help."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Oh hush. You'll like this."

He doubted it but waited for her to tell him anyway.

"How about donating an evening to do some good for the community? Certainly you'd like that."

"What would I have to do?"

"All you have to do is put together packets. It's part of our outreach program. It's filled with information for women, like classes, workshops, and help centers."

"How many?"

"Not many."

"How many is not many?"

"Just a thousand."

There were times when he wanted to strangle Sydney. This was one of those times.

"Please," she said before he could argue. "And, I've thrown in a bonus."

"I'm all ears," he drawled.

"Gina."

"How is Gina a bonus?" He hated to admit that Sydney had caught his attention.

"Because I've already roped her into volunteering to help. It would just be you and her at her apartment."

"Does she know that you're strong-arming me into it?"

"No, because there's no strong-arming. I know you want to spend time with her alone. So, are you in?"

"Yes."

There were times when he thought Sydney wasn't half bad. This was one of those times.

Chapter 25

That afternoon, Gina sat at a fine-dining restaurant to meet with a prospective client. She had received the call only an hour ago and scrambled to find her most professional outfit. After working for Gordon, Gina didn't have a very wide selection since he had provided a uniform. But she did manage to find a nice black skirt and a lavender shirt. It would have to do.

She looked around the restaurant as she waited. There were certainly a lot of wealthy-looking people here. Perhaps after this meeting, doors might begin to open.

An elegant blonde woman sat down at her table. Her clothing was designer, as was her thousand-dollar purse.

Evelyn.

"Hello, Gina." Evelyn smiled and flagged over the waiter to order a cocktail. "Anything for you?" she asked.

"Just water will be fine," Gina said, budgeting her money. But when both Evelyn and the waiter looked at her as if she'd said something uneducated, she decided she had better order something similar to Evelyn's order. "Cosmopolitan, please."

Appeased, the waiter left and Evelyn continued her study of Gina. Gina was beginning to feel like a bug under a microscope.

"You are interested in accounting services?" Gina asked. "My prices are very competitive."

Evelyn waved off her comment. "I'm not interested in prices. I'm interested in your discretion."

"Oh, I'm very discreet. I would never sell or give away your information. I work on an accounting system with the latest security programs."

She nodded. "And do you talk about your clients to your significant other?"

"I'm single, but I would never discuss details with anyone."

"I wouldn't want details or even my name discussed."

"That's not a problem."

"Good, because you know my family, and I want to make sure business life and personal life will stay separate. Let's discuss details," Evelyn said, continuing with a list of what she would need.

Gina had to keep her wits about her while considering business with Evelyn. The woman seemed like the type to get whatever she wanted. And while Gina focused on what services Evelyn needed, she wanted to know more about the woman and her odd relationship with her children. Gina didn't think she'd get that information from Evelyn. Perhaps Sydney would shed some more light on her mother.

But Gina would have no time to talk to Sydney today. A volunteer was scheduled to come over to Gina's apartment later to help put packets together. Sydney had set it up and said they'd really hit it off. Gina hoped so. Anyone who could help her take her mind off Rio would be her new best friend.

* * *

Later that evening, a knock sounded on Gina's door. She had been sitting at the kitchen table preparing a contract for Evelyn. From their meeting, it seemed that as long as Gina was discreet and never mentioned to anyone that Evelyn was a client, including police, then Evelyn would pay a generous amount for Gina's services. The bit about the police made Gina think twice, but she wouldn't give any client's information to the police unless there was a subpoena.

She walked to the door and peeked through the hole to find Rio standing on the other side. Her heart tripped over itself. What was he doing here?

Opening the door, Gina tried to look unaffected by his presence. "I wasn't expecting you," she said.

"I'm your volunteer," he said, holding a box that looked heavy.

Gina held open the door and waved him in so he could set it down on the table. She took her laptop and closed it, storing it away for later. It took a moment for his words to sink in. She turned to him in confusion.

"You're the volunteer?" she asked.

He nodded. "Sydney roped me into it."

"Oh, well, don't feel like you have to help if you have other things to do," she said. "I can do it by myself."

"It would take forever," he said. "And I'm happy to help."

Gina wasn't sure what to make of the situation. She was stupidly happy to see him, but if Sydney had roped him into it, then she'd rather not see him at all. It just made the sting all that much worse.

"Are you sure?" she asked, giving him another chance to back out. "This could take a few hours."

He smiled genuinely, making the sting even more pronounced. "I want to be here."

"Okay," she said hesitantly. She decided she could use his help so she could get back to business work. After Evelyn's contract, Gordon was next on her list. Gordon's offer had surprised her, especially after he said Rio had told him about her services. She wasn't sure what to make of that. "I wanted to thank you," Gina said.

"Thank me?" His brow crinkled. "What for?"

"Gordon and—" Gina stopped. She nearly told him about Evelyn.

She'd have to be careful. Evelyn was very intimidating, and Gina didn't want to upset her or her lawyers. If Evelyn's offer wasn't so amazingly huge, Gina would have declined. But as it was, it would keep her afloat. Gina couldn't turn down that type of security, especially for the minimal work needed. "Gordon wants to contract me for his accounting. I heard you were to thank for that."

Rio shook his head. "No, I just happened to tell him that you were opening your own business. You are the reason he contacted you."

She supposed that was a little true. Gordon would have never called her if she had been a bad employee. "Still, thank you for letting him know."

He stared at her for a moment. "Gina, I'm sorry for everything. I don't know what to do to make it up to you. You have done absolutely nothing wrong and yet I hurt you. I'm sorry. Tell me, what I can do to sway you to forgive me?

When it came to Rio, she couldn't help but forgive him.

"I forgive you," she said.

"Really?" He didn't seem convinced. "Let me buy you dinner. We can work on the packets after."

She was hungry, and it did seem he wanted to do something for her. "Okay."

"Really?"

She smiled at his surprise. "Yes."

He took her coat from the hook and was ready to usher her out the door. She laughed. "I'm not dressed to go out," she said, gesturing to her old jeans and sweater.

"We'll grab pizza," he said. "We can go to a nicer restaurant when we don't have a thousand packets to do."

Did that mean he wanted to see her again beyond volunteering? It gave her a serious case of the tingles. But she couldn't read too much into it. She had been wrong before.

He held her coat out for her to slip on. She did, ignoring the way his hand felt against her.

"Thank you."

He smiled and opened the door. She grabbed her purse on her way out the door, making sure the door was locked.

They walked down the stairs in silence, and when they reached the sidewalk, he casually steered her in the direction they should walk by placing his hand on the small of her back. She could barely feel his hand between all of the layers of fabric, but it was still there and it thrilled her.

"What kind of pizza do you like?" he asked. "If you say New York style, we might have to fight off an angry mob."

She laughed. "I like Chicago style, of course. But I would never turn down New York. Really, I just don't turn down pizza."

He grinned just as a shadow moved in front of them, blocking their path. They stopped, and Rio's smile fell.

"Cash," Rio said, tucking Gina behind him. "Leave us alone."

Gina peeked out from behind Rio. From what she could see, Cash had a black eye and a cut along his jaw. He didn't say anything, just stood there like a bull ready to charge. The frozen air puffed out from his nose in a white cloud. She pulled her phone from her pocket.

Rio scooted back, taking her with him. And that's when Cash charged. He smashed into Rio, knocking him over. Gina fell with Rio, taking the brunt of the fall. Her phone skidded down the slick sidewalk. Once she caught her breath, she scrambled after her phone, only to find it had slipped into a sewer grate.

She cursed, turning back to find Rio fending off Cash's continuous assaults. There was no way to get Rio's phone without joining the fight. Without being able to call the police, Gina frantically looked around for someone to help. But the cold weather and snow kept many people inside.

"Stop this," Rio said as he dodged a hook. "You need help."

"You think you know best," Cash said, jabbing at Rio. "You don't know shit about weight training. I was your best."

"You were the best, but you threw it away on steroids. You can't compete if you're using, and you know that," Rio said, ducking only to then get hit with an uppercut. He groaned.

Cash laughed as he jabbed again. "That's what bribes are for. It only matters if you win. You took that away from me."

"The drugs are making you crazy. This isn't you," Rio said. He blocked a punch and grabbed Cash's arm.

Cash spun out of the grip and lunged at Rio.

Gina scanned the area to find something to hit Cash with. The only thing she could find was heaps of snow, and she didn't think Cash would be felled by a snowball, even if she had accurate aim, which she didn't.

But she couldn't stand on the sidelines either.

Gina watched helplessly as Rio dodged one punch only to get struck by another. Gina knew she had to help, but one strike from Cash and she would be flat on the concrete.

With a fortifying breath, she charged at the back of Cash, hoping to knock him down. Only, he had more weight on him. Gina slammed into hard muscle and bounced back, falling flat onto the ground. Air escaped her lungs on impact. She wheezed, curling into a ball.

Cash never even noticed. He continued to use brute force against Rio. Fortunately, Rio was agile and dodged more attacks than not. But still, even from the ground, Gina could see Rio was nearing his limit. Cash's knuckles were bleeding—or was that Rio's blood on his hands?

She stood and was about to attempt another go at Cash—this time using her legs to kick him hard—when a siren wailed down the road.

Cash immediately stopped and glared at Rio. "This isn't over." He ran off before noticing it was an ambulance that blew past them.

Rio bent over and braced himself on his knees. He breathed heavily and then winced as he straightened. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Gina said, hurrying over to him. "Are you okay?"

"I think so."

Gina could tell he was lying. She could hear it in his labored breathing.

"Give me your phone," she said, holding out her hand.

He looked at her questioningly but pulled it out of his pocket. His knuckles were swollen and bloody. His face was in the same condition. She worried his internal organs might be too.

Gina called 9-1-1.

* * *

It was three hours later when Rio was released from the hospital. Rio was surprised Gina had stayed with him the entire time. She must have forgiven him or she probably wouldn't have stayed, especially not after his loving yet supremely annoying family arrived. Gina apologized for that later, stating she'd called Sydney to let her know she'd need another volunteer for the packets due to Rio's condition. Gina had wanted to warn Sydney, not to create a Reese family emergency.

However, even if Sydney did spread the word that Rio had landed in the hospital, he was surprised Sydney would have called Evelyn to let her know. It was nice that Evelyn cared enough to check in on him, but the injuries didn't warrant as much fuss as everyone was making.

He was stitched up and would be very sore for a few days, but there wasn't any internal bleeding or broken bones. The doctor did have him on pain medication, which made him a little fuzzy-headed, but even that had a plus side.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, following Gina up the stairs to her apartment.

"Yes. Unless you want to go home," she said, reaching the landing. "But after you kicked your family out of the hospital room and threatened to have them each arrested for annoying you, I thought you might want to avoid them and stay at my place. I promise not to bother you."

He stepped behind her as she unlocked the door. "What if I want you to?"

Chapter 26

Gina turned around so suddenly she dropped the keys. She looked questioningly at Rio. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to press his luck either. Especially since he doubted he could make it home alone if she decided to change her mind. The pain meds were beginning to wear off, and he could feel every bruise. The doctor had given him an extra dose to get him through the night. Rio hadn't wanted to take it, but now he was about to change his mind.

"You're in pain," she said suddenly. Gina opened the door and ushered him inside and helped him out of his coat.

He hissed in pain as he shrugged off the coat.

"I'll get you a glass of water so you can take your pills." She tossed their coats on the hook and hurried to the kitchen. She returned with the water and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said, taking the water. He studied her as she fished out his medication from her purse. It seemed so natural, as if they were already a couple. He acknowledged that was exactly what he wanted. Damn everything else. All he wanted was Gina.

Gina handed him two pills. "Take these."

He took them and swallowed.

"Why don't you lie down in bed," she suggested.

There were several remarks he wanted to make, but none were appropriate. "We haven't eaten yet," he said instead.

"Oh," she said. "With everything that happened, I completely forgot. But now that you mention it, I am hungry. What do you want? I can order in."

With his sore jaw, he didn't want anything he had to chew a lot. "Chinese?" he suggested. Rice was easy enough.

Gina smiled. "I'll call it in. Do you want to take a shower while you wait? The heat might feel good."

It sounded like heaven. He nodded and headed to the bathroom.

"Don't get your stitches wet," she reminded him.

He nodded again and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He slowly peeled off his clothes and dropped them into a pile in the corner. They were ruined with blood. He was sure most of it was his. He had hardly gotten any hits on Cash since he was mostly blocking attacks.

Cash was out of control. The police officers who had questioned Rio at the hospital said they hadn't found Cash yet, which worried him. What if he attacked again? It was one of the many reasons he wanted to stay with Gina. Cash had already broken into her apartment once. Rio wasn't willing to take a chance and leave Gina on her own. Plus, he wanted to be near her.

Turning on the water, he waited for it to turn a heavenly hot temperature and then stepped in. Most of the stitches were on his right hand, with two others above his eyebrow and four along his jaw. He let the rest of his body ease into the water, but how was he supposed to wash the bits of blood from his hair? He could use his left hand, but it would be nearly impossible not to get his face wet. He immediately thought to ask Gina to help him, but he was naked, and she didn't seem like the type to just jump in the shower to scrub him down. Instantly, an image took over his thoughts, and only a knock on the door brought him back to reality.

"The food is here," Gina said through the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be out in a minute."

He turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the shelf. Toweling off, he stared at his pile of clothes. He wasn't going to put them back on, but he didn't have any clothes with him. Obviously, he hadn't thought this through.

Rio wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked the end in. Opening the door, he walked out to the table where Gina was taking the food out of the brown paper bag. She looked up from the cartons, and her gaze halted on him. He smiled at the way her eyes lingered on him. At first, his ego was pleased . . . but then she frowned. He looked down to find the source of her unhappiness. Large bruises were forming on his chest and sides.

She slowly walked over to inspect him, which only deflated his ego more. She wasn't looking at him due to the hours he worked out at the gym; it was because he'd gotten his ass served to him by a drugged-out ex-friend.

"You must be in so much pain." Gina hesitantly reached out to touch him, grazing her fingers against a particularly sensitive bruise. Reflexively, he stilled her hand with his. She looked at him. "I'm sorry."

He didn't want her apology. What he wanted was to kiss her. And maybe it was the drugs talking, but at the moment, he didn't care about much else than his lips on hers.

He tilted his head down, brushing his lips against hers, judging her reaction. She didn't pull away but looked at him as if baffled. He wasn't sure why. Rio couldn't seem to get enough of her. The week she was gone had been excruciating. Didn't she realize how much he wanted her?

Gina stepped back.

"We should eat," she said, handing him a plate and ignoring what happened and the fact that he was only wearing a towel.

Rio took the hint and sat down with his plate. She opened up several boxes, all consisting of entrees he liked. If nothing else, at least his stomach would be satisfied. They didn't speak throughout the meal. Gina solely concentrated on her food. She was either very hungry or avoiding him.

It wasn't until she was boxing up the leftovers that he asked, "Will you do me a favor?"

"What favor?"

"Wash my hair."

Again, there was silence.

"I can't get my stitches wet," he explained. "And I have blood in my hair."

"Oh," she said. "Yes, I can. Let me just put the food away. I can wash your hair in the kitchen sink. I have a sprayer that will help."

He watched as she hurried to clean up the table and make room by the sink. He thought about helping her, but he was content to watch her instead. It was probably his fuzzy mind, but he enjoyed the way she moved. It wasn't fluid motion like a dancer, but it wasn't choppy either. There was a delicate balance between feminine and functional. He liked it.

She dragged a chair over to the sink and then dug out a stack of unbelievably thick books. "Try sitting here. If you lean your head back to the sink, then I can wash your hair without getting your face wet."

He walked over and sat down on the books. He leaned his head back to find her staring down at him.

"Is that okay?" she asked.

It wasn't comfortable, but it'd be fine. Plus, it brought her closer to him. He couldn't complain. "It's good."

"Let me grab my shampoo." She hurried out of the kitchen and returned a moment later. "I hope you don't mind smelling like apples. The scent only lasts for an hour or two."

"I don't mind."

In fact, he didn't mind anything at all—not even the pull of the stitches as he leaned back. If Cash was here, Rio might even thank him. Because not in any of his years did he feel so content.

It was warm in the kitchen, and being under the spray of the sink and in the arms of a woman he was falling hard for was blissful. He was lovesick to the point of nauseating poetic dribble. But how could he convey that to Gina? It was as if his years of dating had suddenly vanished and all he was left with was his awkward adolescence.

Gina leaned in, massaging his scalp with foamy apple shampoo. He tried not to notice, but it was exceedingly difficult to ignore that her breasts were right next to his cheek. And every once in a while her sweater would graze his face to remind him.

Gina rinsed out his hair and wrapped a towel around his head. "You can sit up now. I think I got out all of the blood."

"Thank you." Rio stood and towel dried his hair the best that he could. He raked his fingers through the damp mess to straighten it a bit. "I don't suppose you have any old boyfriend's clothes I could change into, do you?" he was hoping the answer was yes but also no.

"No, but I have something better." She hurried into her bedroom and came back with a powder-blue robe.

"This is better?" he asked.

"You'll love it. I swear. I can run your clothes down to the laundry and have them clean by tomorrow morning. Until then, this is all I have."

He took the robe from her and slipped it on. The shoulders were a little snug, but once he wrapped it around him, he was sure he was never going to take it off. It was like cuddling with soft bunnies.

"I knew you'd like it." She grinned. "I'll just grab your clothes and bring them downstairs."

He shook his head. "It's not safe."

"What do you mean?"

"Cash already attacked us once tonight. Just stay in the apartment with me. I'll call London or Sydney in the morning and have them send over clothes."

"Oh, okay. I guess that would work too. Do you want to watch a movie or hop in bed?"

He'd love to hop into bed, but he didn't think she was going to be in there with him. "I can sleep on the couch," he said. "But let's watch a movie first."

Gina sat on the couch. He followed. While he could have sat on a chair, he wanted to be next to her. Yet, there was something holding him back from maneuvering closer. It drove him crazy. Why was he being so hesitant when it came to her? Normally he would test the waters, and if they were warm and welcoming, he'd dive headfirst into the deep end. But with Gina, each step forward only felt like a lateral step. Like no matter how far he came, he was still on a different track.

It was his fault.

Rio had hurt Gina so many times he was sure she'd bolt if he tried anything. But she hadn't retreated when he barely kissed her before. Well, not a full retreat anyway. He needed to do something before he lost this opportunity.

Gina turned on the TV and scrolled through the menus to find a selection of movies. "What do you want to watch?"

"You."

She looked at him. "What?"

"I don't want to watch a movie. I'd rather watch you."

Gina shifted to look at him better. "Are the pain meds making you feel weird?"

"Only a little fuzzy. But I know what I'm saying. I like you, Gina. I know I've screwed up a lot. I'm just asking for a chance."

Her expression was still that of befuddlement. Her brow pinched together, which couldn't be good for him. "What about Claudette?"

"What about her?"

"I thought you were seeing her . . . or wanted to."

Rio didn't want to get into past mistakes, but he didn't want her to find out from someone else either. That kind of news would nail the coffin closed. "I dated her briefly when we first met. I found out quickly that you can't mix business and pleasure. We've been friends ever since, though. Neither of us wanted more."

"If you couldn't make it work with Claudette, how do you think it would end with us? It's still business."

He shrugged, not having the words to convey what he felt. With Gina, it was different, but he didn't want to scare her off. "I'm your client. You can drop me anytime you want," he said. "All I'm asking is for you to take a chance on me."

"You're willing to risk me dropping you as a client?"

He nodded. "I'd risk anything for you."

* * *

Gina was pretty sure her ears were playing tricks on her. Rio liked her? It could be the pain meds talking, but he seemed like he knew exactly what he was saying. His eyes were clear and focused. She shifted under his gaze.

Take a chance on him? Yes, she would. After everything that had happened, she still couldn't shake him from her system. She had been drooling over him since she first laid eyes on him. There was something about him that pulled at her. And even if things ended badly, she'd still have Gordon and Evelyn as clients.

But she didn't want things to end badly.

He reached his hand out, grasping hers and gently tugging to pull her closer. She could have resisted, but she didn't want to. When she slid over next to him, he smiled, making her stomach do little flips.

Rio leaned in, angling his head. It was a brief kiss. Way too brief. Just as his lips touched hers, he left her craving more. He smiled, eyes twinkling as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Was he teasing her? If so, he was doing a great job.

"Stop teasing me," she said.

"Teasing you?"

"You know you are."

He grinned. "I might be, but not intentionally."

"Then kiss me for real."

His eyes widened for a brief moment before he laughed, the sound wrapping around her. "Kiss you for real? I thought I just did."

"That could hardly be considered a kiss."

"Then show me," he baited her.

Gina wasn't the kind to make the first move. Yes, he had briefly touched his lips to hers and technically that was a first move. But what she wanted was so much more. And taking it from him was not something she was comfortable with. Gina felt safer when she didn't have to put herself out there. Just like her old job, where she liked working behind a desk, knowing exactly what was expected from her. Now she was on her own in more ways than one.

He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing each finger. Another move. And yet she still couldn't just reach out and drag him into a kiss.

What was she waiting for? He was giving her invitation after invitation. Claudette would have already had him naked and in bed. Gina didn't like the thought of them together, but it made Gina realize she wanted to be just a little bit more daring like Claudette.

With a nervousness that she hadn't felt in years, Gina leaned in and kissed him. She could feel his lips curving into a grin before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. With the first subtle graze of his tongue against her bottom lip, she was a goner.

Wanting to be closer, she held on to his shoulders to climb onto his lap. He moaned, sending a euphoric wave through her. Gina slipped her hands into his robe as his mouth nibbled a delicious path down her neck. His skin was so warm she wanted to cover her body with his. The idea took hold. Was she willing to go that far with him tonight? Normally, the sensible side of her said to wait after a few dates. But as soon as he glided his hand under her sweater, the idea of holding off vanished. No, she had already waited long enough.

Gina unraveled the knot that held his robe together and reveled in her discoveries. But just as she was wondering where to kiss first, she saw the bruising and stopped. He was in no state to be physical. Rio had to be hurting, even if the meds were masking it temporarily.

He studied her. "Why did you stop?"

"You're hurt."

"You're hurting me more by stopping."

"Be serious. You're injured. You should be in bed." When he grinned, she lightly swatted at him. "You're incorrigible."

"I just want to be with you," he said. "If that means sitting here and talking, I will do that. If that means going to sleep, then I want to sleep beside you. Gina, I . . ." he paused, making her wonder what he was going to say. Instead, he started over. "Let's go to bed. My head is a little fuzzy."

At first she thought he was trying a sly tactic to get her into bed, but then she noticed how weary he had become. She nodded and stood, helping him to stand as well. When he reached the bed, he tossed the robe on the foot of the bed. Gina tried not to look, but how could she not?

"I thought we were sleeping," she said. Was she gawking at him?

"We are," he said, lifting the covers to slide in.

Well, he might be naked, but she was still clothed. Was she supposed to get in the bed naked too?

She couldn't very well go to bed in a sweater and jeans. And she still hadn't washed her laundry. The only thing she had left was the horrid granny nightgown. Should she? Ordinarily she'd never want Rio to see her in it, but it could be the most effective way to cool them off. No one ever got lucky in a granny nightgown.

He stared up at her. "Are you coming to bed?"

"Let me just change into something comfortable first." Gina turned to her dresser and dug out the hideous monstrosity and walked to the bathroom. She smiled at him right before she closed the door.

Chapter 27

Rio lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling while Gina changed. He was hoping it was something sheer or silky. But knowing Gina's pajamas, they didn't come in that variety.

He was better off with her cat pajamas anyway. He needed to cool off. When they were on the couch, he'd nearly blurted that he loved her. She would have thought he was insane or the pills were making him stupid. There was no way he could love her so soon. And yet, no matter how much he reasoned with himself, the fact was he loved her. It filled him with an emotion both comforting and alarming at the same time.

But no matter what he felt, he couldn't say it to her. He had to let the relationship progress a bit before that. He hoped that's what they were headed for: a serious relationship full of cozy nights and intimate breakfasts.

The bathroom door opened, and Gina walked out. Whatever fantasy he had been dreaming screeched to a halt. She was wearing a stark-white, full-length nightgown with tiny buttons that went all the way up to her neck ruffle. She turned in a circle for him to get the full view. It was hideous, and it covered all of her beautiful curves.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Which nun did you steal that from?" he asked with a laugh. If Gina was trying to cool him off, she was doing a fabulous job.

"It was a gift."

"Not a very good one."

She laughed and walked out of the bedroom, turning off lights before coming back into the room. Gina pulled back the covers and slipped in. They lay on their sides, facing each other. She was beautiful. Her ever-changing eyes were dark in the dim light.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

Like an idiot. They'd wasted so much time because he couldn't see her for what she was. Or maybe it was his pride. Or maybe it was from listening to his brother instead of his intuition.

"Work on the project with me," he said.

"What?"

"The one you thought up. It's a brilliant idea to live stream. I promise not to be an ass."

"What about the contract?"

"No contract."

"Is that wise?"

"Probably not, but I don't want paper to come between us. I just need you to trust that I won't mess this up."

"I trust you."

Just hearing those words made him dizzy. He reached out to coax her closer but was deterred by the many folds of her gown. When he frowned, she snickered.

"You wore that on purpose," he said.

"Maybe."

"Take it off."

"We are here to sleep."

"Take it off. I'll never get to sleep otherwise."

She laughed. "That's the worst argument I've ever heard."

"The collar might strangle you at night," he said, attempting another argument against the gown. "I could never sleep when your life is on the line."

"It keeps my neck warm."

"I can keep you warm."

"I know you can, but you're hurt."

"Just a few bruises."

She poked him, making him wince. "See, you're hurt. Go to sleep."

"Can I sleep over tomorrow?" he asked.

She didn't say anything at first, but then said, "Maybe."

"And you'll take off that monstrosity?"

She smiled. "Maybe."

Rio returned her smile. Tomorrow was just around the corner.

* * *

Evelyn lounged on her chaise and looked out over the dark moon-lit lake. As she waited for information, she sipped a cocktail Mathis had made for her. He was so thoughtful. It was a pity she'd have to send him into the real world soon.

Mathis walked into the room and sat at her feet, propping them on his lap so he could rub them. His strong fingers did magical things to her. He was a natural and only had to be directed a few times in the past.

"Has Dolin called yet?" she asked, trying to keep her mind focused even as her body fell under his spell.

"No, but he's never failed you before," Mathis said. "He'll call soon. Until then, let me take your mind off it."

He was right. Dolin never failed. It was the one reason she used him even after the incident. He was able to dig into Gina's past, even following her to Mexico to watch her.

Evelyn suspected Gina was a decent person without a sordid past, but she had to be sure, especially now that the girl was her bookkeeper. Gina was smart too. It would only take a glance at Evelyn's books to know something wasn't quite right.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Mathis stood. "I'll be right back," he said.

He returned moments later with Dolin.

She narrowed her eyes at Dolin. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked. "I have information."

"You know the rules," she said. "You're to call me."

Besides the fact that she didn't want anyone to know she'd hired him, they had a past that she didn't want drudged up. With his mysterious air and the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, he had snuck past her defenses. Once.

He smirked again to annoy her. "Wouldn't you rather know what information I have than to scold me?"

She frowned. "Of course I want the information."

He glanced at the drink in her hand. "Still drinking manhattans?"

"I know what I like."

He glanced between the drink and Mathis. "Clearly."

"Did you come to annoy me?"

"That's just a perk. I found the man you were looking for."

"Where is he?"

"Hiding out at a fellow junkie's apartment on the south side. What would you like me to do?"

Evelyn took a moment to consider, but she had already made up her mind. "Take care of him," she ordered.

"The usual or something special?"

"Something special."

He grinned. Without another word, he left. But as he passed near her, he let his fingers caress the length of her neck. It was a reminder of their one night together.

Evelyn didn't dare look at him, but she sighed a breath of relief when he was gone.

"I don't like him," Mathis said, resuming his spot near her feet.

That made two of them.

* * *

Gina woke to find she was hot. Sweaty hot. She kicked at her nightgown that had twisted around her legs.

"You should have listened to me," Rio said, his voice rumbly from sleep. "I warned you the hideous thing would strangle you."

She stopped squirming and looked at him. He was unbelievably adorable with his morning hair that stuck out like a baby bird's feathers. She still couldn't believe he was in her bed. Sure, nothing had happened, but it wasn't like it hadn't been suggested or thought of or hinted at. And the way he was looking at her now had all of those thoughts swooping down on her. The only other thought she had was that if he tried to kiss her, he'd pass out from her morning breath.

She scooted back, getting caught in her gown. "Breakfast?"

He smiled. "I'd love some. But let me cook."

"Are you sure you're feeling up to it?" she asked, reaching out to touch the bruise on his shoulder.

He took her hand and tucked it in to him, her palm resting on his heart. She tried not to notice the steady rhythm of his pulse or the fact that his chest felt like velvet-covered granite.

"I'm well enough to cook," he said. "A few bruises and scrapes won't stop me. And then maybe we can work on the project if you have time today."

Gina still had her doubts about working with Rio. "I have to work a little bit on a new client's account," she said. "I could come over to the gym later."

"Sounds good. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Will you go out with me?"

Was he asking her out on an actual date? She didn't want to ask. After all, they were lying in bed together, so she assumed that was what he was asking. And he was still naked. Her eyes drifted along the covers.

His laughter snapped her out of her dreamy meandering. "You can play after dinner tonight. Or now, if you want."

Gina wasn't quick to reply. She was out of her element with his teasing. His fingers mingled with hers. She wanted to stay like this forever.

Rio had her so muddled, but more and more she was starting to understand that this was real. It wasn't some romantic fantasy she had about a crush. Rio actually wanted her. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, and feel it in his touch.

And what scared and electrified her the most was the intensity with which she wanted him. It was as if she was wearing blinders and the only thing she could see was him. She craved him. When Cash had attacked, she didn't think of her safety. Only of Rio.

When his gaze roamed her, she felt an electric current. And just as she was wondering why they needed to get out of bed at all, a knock on her door jolted her up to a sitting position.

Rio winced as he slowly sat up. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No."

"Stay here," he said, swinging his feet to the floor. The covers began to slip off of him.

"You can't go to the door naked," she said.

He grabbed the blue robe from the floor and tossed it on as he stood. She only got a peek at his backside before it was covered.

Seriously, he was sculpted like a Greek god. What would he want with a woman who had love handles and an obsession with cookies? No. She wouldn't think that way. Women were always too hard on themselves, herself included. There was obviously something about her that interested him. Just like he interested her beyond his body.

She listened as he opened the door and exasperatedly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"London seemed to think you needed clothes," Sydney said. "Looks like he was right, though when is he ever wrong?"

Gina stood and walked to her closet to find something to wear. She needed to do laundry, but until then, she'd find something comfortable. She weeded out a pair of leggings and a long top that would cover her butt.

From the sound of it, Sydney was asking about Rio's stitches, giving Gina the perfect opportunity to duck into the bathroom and take a shower. Turning on the water to warm it, she stripped out of her nightgown and tossed it into the hamper. Without the heavy layer, she felt ten pounds lighter.

Gina stepped under the showerhead and sighed. Just as she was relaxing, the door clicked open and closed. She peeked out to find Rio.

"It was Sydney," he said, walking over to the mirror that was beginning to steam up. "I got rid of her by promising to help with the packets this morning."

When she first saw Rio in the bathroom, she thought maybe he would try to get in the shower with her. She was both nervous and excited. Instead, he unpacked the small bag Sydney must have brought him and proceeded to brush his teeth.

Was he giving her space or not in the mood?

Mixed signals again.

Gina ducked back under the water and tried to rein in her feelings. She was on shifting sand with him. She wanted a firmer grip on the situation.

He made her head spin, and she was weary. She wanted Rio. Did she have the guts to take what she wanted?

Chapter 28

Rio brushed his teeth and rebandaged his wound. His head was killing him, and his muscles were screaming. The pain meds had worn off a long time ago. The only thing keeping him upright was his stubbornness at maintaining the illusion he was okay. He didn't want Gina to worry. There was nothing wrong with him other than a few aches and pains. But, man, the pain had him nearly on the floor. He would get through breakfast and then go straight to the pharmacy to fill his prescription. Another day and he should be back to normal.

He had teased Gina this morning while still in bed, but he knew she wouldn't just hop on him. She wasn't that way. Still, it was nice to be next to her. He had felt a connection with her that he had never felt with a woman before.

And tonight, with a little bit of help from the pharmacy, he would be able to try for another kind of connection. Until then, he was no good to anyone.

Gina peeked out of the curtain and looked at him. She was adorable with the curtain tucked under her chin.

"Did you want the shower?" she asked.

"After you," he said.

She hesitated a moment. "After me, or with me?"

It was his turn to hesitate. Did she just invite him into the shower with her? He was positive she did, but his head was throbbing, so maybe he'd heard wrong. And while he'd love to duck in the shower with her, he didn't think he could make it much farther.

"After you," he said, mentally kicking himself as soon as he said it. Her expression turned horrified, and she disappeared behind the curtain. "I just meant—"

"You don't have to explain," she said.

"Yes, I do. Gina, look at me for a moment."

The curtain never moved.

"Gina, please."

When there was still no movement, he slid open the curtain and stepped in, still wearing the robe. She squeaked and held a washcloth in front of her as if she was trying to hide, which only made him want to kiss her more.

"Gina, I only said after because the medication has worn off. It has nothing to do with you."

Her panicked expression softened. "I'm sorry. I should have known you'd be in pain."

"You wouldn't know that," he said, reaching up to touch the droplets on her cheek. "Are we okay?"

When she nodded, a breath he didn't know he was holding shuddered through him. He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft under his. He took her to hold on to, wrapping her in his arms. His muscles protested, but he wanted to make sure she understood and had no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. At some point, she must have dropped the washcloth, because her body was pressing against his and her arms were wrapped around his neck. He cursed the heavy robe that was in between them, bogging his body down with the soppy weight.

Rio backed away, and when he did, he gazed at Gina as water droplets raced down her, and he fell in love just a little more. The way she twisted up his insides made him wonder how anyone could survive being in love for more than a month, let alone a lifetime. And that's what he wanted. A lifetime.

"I love you," he said before his brain took over to edit.

She stared at him, in shock. Her brows raised high. He wanted to recall the words, but only because he'd said them too soon. He stood by the sentiment, even though it obviously stunned her.

"I'm serious," he said when she didn't say anything.

At least she didn't run off. It gave him a little hope, but he might have scared her. "I didn't mean to say it to you so quickly. I understand you might be shocked. All I'm asking for is dinner tonight."

She didn't say anything, just pulled him to her and kissed him.

He would take that as a yes for dinner.

* * *

Had Rio seriously just said he loved her? Gina was still drowning in the kiss she'd started. She had no idea what to say, but she knew she wanted to kiss him. However, he was in pain, and she'd have to end the kiss before it went further.

Gina pulled away and looked at him. "I'd love dinner."

He smiled and then backed away. "And we're still on for the project later this afternoon?"

She nodded.

"I know I promised to cook you breakfast," he said. "Can I swap for tomorrow morning?"

She nodded again.

He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and stepped out of the shower. "I'll see you this afternoon. I'm going to the pharmacy. Call me when you want me to come get you."

"Come get me?" she asked, confused.

"Cash is still out there."

While she hadn't forgotten about Cash, he did temporarily slip her mind after Rio's declaration.

"Okay."

"Promise me you won't leave unless you're with someone."

"I promise."

He smiled, and by the time Gina was done conditioning her hair, he was gone.

How could someone so new to her have become nearly a permanent fixture in her life? She didn't want him to leave to run errands. She wanted him to stay with her. She wanted to follow him to the gym and help work on projects.

But she had her own work that beckoned her. Gina had bills to pay. Her thoughts of Rio had to be put on the backburner. However, they never strayed far. His three little words kept echoing in her mind and began to take root. She was euphoric with blossoming tree buds and singing birds.

That was, until she sat down to her computer and began working on Evelyn's books. The more she worked, the more she wondered what was going on. There were several offshore accounts. And one had just paid ten thousand to a service firm. What kind of services did a retired woman need for that kind of price tag? And there were new streams of income that retired people didn't have. Something was wrong.

There was a knock on her door. She looked through the peephole and saw Evelyn.

Slowly, Gina opened the door.

"I know you were going to start on my account today," Evelyn said, walking in. "I figured you might have some questions."

Gina nodded. "How did you know where I live?"

Evelyn just smiled and looked around at her apartment. "Cozy." She then turned back to Gina. "I'll be straightforward. There are things I don't want my family to know about until the time is right. Until then, you are bound to the contract. I realize you and Rio are becoming close. He's not to learn anything I tell you."

How did Evelyn know about her and Rio? It was so new that even Gina didn't know about her and Rio.

"Please have a seat," Gina said, trying to be professional but about to become a nervous wreck. Were all in-laws so intimidating?

In-laws?

Gina was already beginning to think of Evelyn as family. Rio had only just dropped the love bomb on her an hour ago. But as she thought about it, while she might have been initially shocked, her heart accepted it. The fact was, she had been falling in love with Rio as well.

And then Evelyn dropped another bomb. One that Gina would have never expected.

* * *

Gina waited nervously for Rio to come over. He didn't want her to walk by herself in case Cash found her. But that wouldn't be a problem. It seemed Evelyn had sorted it out.

Gina's hands shook as she tried to make some soothing herbal tea. What she needed was ten shots of hard liquor. What would she say to Rio?

"Hi, Rio. Your mom came by. Did you know she's a—" Gina couldn't say it. Not even as she practiced her speech to a teacup.

Evelyn didn't fully disclosed what she did, but being retired was not one of them. Yes, she had said her family knew she was an escort.

It's what they didn't know that was troublesome.

And Gina was in love with Evelyn's son.

Her stomach cramped and nausea swept over her.

She jumped at a knock on her door. Gina hurried over and took a deep breath before opening it.

Rio smiled at her as he stepped inside and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her.

"I could get used to this," he said, nuzzling her neck. When she didn't reply, he looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Um . . . nothing."

He frowned. "Am I moving too quickly?" He took a step away. "Just tell me to back off and I will."

"No, it's not you."

"What is it?"

She couldn't very well tell him. Gina was already stuck in a contract with Evelyn

Looking at Rio, Gina wanted to throw caution to the wind. But her levelheadedness made her stop.

"Maybe we are going a little fast," she said, hating when Rio's face fell back into a frown.

"Okay," he said.

She could tell by his tone that he was hurt.

"Would you still like to go out tonight?" he asked.

"I—" Did she want to go out with him? Yes. More than anything. It was her conversation with Evelyn that stopped her.

Rio backed away. "Maybe we should just wait. On everything. I don't want to rush you. I didn't mean to make this awkward, but I can't seem to do anything right when it comes to you." He walked out of her apartment but looked at her before leaving. "Call me if you want to go out."

And then he was gone, and Gina bawled.

* * *

Rio left Gina's apartment feeling as though his heart had been ripped from his chest—an amazing feat since he was on pain medication.

He berated himself for telling her that he loved her. Now he'd scared her away, and he had no one to blame but himself.

His phone rang, and he looked to see if it was Gina before putting the call to voicemail. Everyone else could wait. He was in no mood to talk.

Instead of going back to the gym, he walked home. He pleaded with heaven to make sure Sydney wasn't at home. The last person he wanted to talk to was his sister. He'd wind up admitting he'd screwed up again.

As he rode in the elevator, his phone rang for a second time. He didn't bother looking at the caller ID, knowing it wouldn't be Gina. His luck was never that good.

When he finally reached the top floor, he walked into the apartment. It was quiet, which was a good sign. Rio hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. Before he could wander to his bedroom, a door flung open down the hall. He groaned.

"I've been trying to call you," Sydney said.

"I've been trying to avoid you," he replied, knowing he sounded like an ass.

"Cash is in custody."

"The police caught him?"

"No, it's been on the news. He was tied up and dropped off in front of the police station."

"What?" he questioned, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"They don't know who the man was who dropped Cash off, but whoever it was beat the crap out of Cash. He's being hospitalized before they cart him off to jail."

Rio didn't know how to react. He felt relieved. Happy that Cash was off the street, but also sad for his ex-best friend and the loss of their friendship.

"Call Gina and let her know," he said, heading to his room.

"Why don't you call her?" Sydney questioned.

He didn't say anything at first, but he knew Sydney wouldn't let it drop. "She wants to take a break."

"A break from what?" Sydney asked. "As far as I can tell, there's nothing to take a break from."

"She needs a break from me."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Rio, I will punch you in your bruised ribs if you don't tell me."

He glared at her, but it didn't stop her from raising a threatening fist. He held out his hands to signal surrender. "I told her I love her."

Sydney's mouth sagged open, and her fist dropped to her side. "What?"

"I didn't mean to blurt it out. It just happened."

"Did you mean what you said?"

"Of course I did. I don't tell people I love them without meaning it."

"And now she wants a break," Sydney said as she pondered. "Are you sure it's because of you? She seemed to really like you."

"I scared her away."

"Maybe I should talk to her."

"Don't you dare! Leave her alone."

Sydney frowned. "Fine."

"Promise me."

"Yes, I promise."

Rio trudged to his room and closed the door. He crawled into bed even though the sun was still up and shining. He was done.

* * *

It was four days later when Gina realized she was an idiot. Well, it didn't take four days. She knew she was an idiot the second she let Rio leave. She hadn't heard from him since that day.

Yes, Evelyn still worried her, but the Reese siblings barely tolerated their mother. It wasn't like Evelyn would be hanging around. As it was, it looked as though Evelyn never stayed put for long. She was always traveling.

Still, Evelyn would continue to come between her and Rio. And Rio was more important to Gina than a well-paid contract.

With trepidation, Gina picked up her phone and called Evelyn.

"Hello, darling," Evelyn said. "How are my accounts coming along?"

"We need to talk."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Listen, I know you're—"

"Stop," Evelyn said. "I have a feeling this will be a frank conversation. We'll do it in person. I'll swing by."

"Okay," Gina agreed and then disconnected. She was about to place the phone in her pocket when Sydney called. Gina answered it.

"Are you free tonight?" Sydney asked.

She doubted her talk with Evelyn would take more than an hour. She glanced at the clock, seeing that she had plenty of time.

"Yes."

"Great. I'll text you an address to meet me at."

"What's going on?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

Gina was going to ask for more information, but Sydney hung up. A few moments later, a text came through with the address. Gina mapped it, but it didn't give her any helpful information.

Gina waited nervously for Evelyn. A frank conversation, indeed. How did she tell Evelyn that the reason she couldn't work for her was because she scared Gina to death and Gina was in love with her son?

By the time Evelyn arrived, Gina was near basket-case level of nervousness.

Evelyn didn't waste any time. "I have a feeling you want to end the contract."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Gina took a shaky breath.

"Tell me," Evelyn prodded.

"Because I know you're doing some shady things. I don't want to be a part of it."

"You're not. You're taking care of my money. It's a completely separate thing."

"It's not separate," Gina said. "That money is coming and going at an alarming pace."

Evelyn studied Gina. "Yes, it is, which is why I need someone skilled to handle it."

"This is beyond my skill level."

"No, it's not. You're worried."

"Yes. I'm worried and scared."

"Don't be, darling."

"Thank you, but forgive me if I don't suddenly become worry-free."

Evelyn smiled. "You have no access to records of the transactions except for the dollar amount. There is nothing to worry about."

"I love your son."

Evelyn blinked.

"I will not have this come between us," Gina said. "It already has once, and I won't let it happen again."

"You told him?" Evelyn questioned.

"No, of course not. But I can't have this hanging over me. I want a life with him. How can I have that when I have secrets I can't tell him?"

"Everyone has secrets."

"I don't. I seriously have no secrets other than my obsessive love of pajamas. But even your family has figured that out by now."

"Okay, darling. Consider our contract broken. But you are still bound to keep whatever you learned a secret. That is non-negotiable."

Gina agreed. It wasn't a perfect end, but it was one Gina could live with.

"Welcome to the family, darling," Evelyn said, walking out the door.

Gina watched as Evelyn nearly floated down the stairs, her steps graceful and fluid.

Taking a breath, Gina closed the door. Relief wrapped around her. Now all she had to do was make amends with Rio. Hopefully he wasn't too upset with her. She would talk to him tomorrow when she had more time and a clearer head.
Chapter 29

Rio tried to be happy for his sister as he walked around the cavernous space that looked more like a warehouse than a spot for a women's group.

"So, this is where we'll have meetings," she said, pointing to a barren corner. "My office will be over there." Another barren corner. "Kitchen and living areas over there. On the second floor will be bedrooms and bathrooms."

"Bedrooms?" Rio questioned.

"I'm opening a shelter as well. It will be great. Women can escape from whatever they are going through. We'll have support groups and classes. We'll have meals if they just need that. Of course someone else will have to cook. I'll need more volunteers."

Rio listened as she continued the long list of goals. There were many times Rio thought Sydney was unfocused as she flittered from one pet project to the next. But this one lit a spark in her. He knew that however far she chose to pursue it, she'd make it a success.

"Come with me," she said. "I have one more thing to show you before you go back home and wallow in your self-pity."

"I don't wallow."

"You've been wallowing."

He hated that she was right. His flesh wounds might be healing, but not the gaping hole in his heart. He thought for sure he'd have heard from Gina by now, but there was only silence.

A million times he'd wanted to go to her, but he didn't want to push her. Maybe he'd try to reach out to her in the morning.

Rio followed Sydney to an old cage elevator. "Is this safe?" he asked.

"Yes. We will replace it soon. But it works."

She stepped on and he followed, still eyeing the cage warily. "Not that this place isn't grand, but how are you going to afford two floors of space in downtown Chicago?"

"I made a deal with the owner."

"What kind of deal?"

"The one where you don't ask questions and I won't tell you lies."

"Sydney—"

She put up her hand to stop him and then pressed the fifth-floor button.

"What's on the fifth floor?" he asked. "I thought you only leased the first two."

She nodded.

He sighed. She wasn't going to tell him anything more. He might as well save his energy and just nod when she talked.

When she rolled open the door on the fifth floor, Rio stepped out into a sea of painted canvases. An art studio? Rio had had no idea what to expect, but an art studio wasn't it.

"Whose studio is this?" Rio questioned as they walked through. Whoever it belonged to was very talented. There were portraits, abstracts, and landscapes.

Sydney didn't answer but continued her path over to a door on the other side of the room. As soon as they were clear of the canvases, the room opened up to a living space with an open-galley kitchen.

She stepped by the door and waved him in.

"What's this?" he asked, peering into a large storage closet filled with art supplies. A bundle of blankets were piled in the corner along with a basket. He turned questioningly toward Sydney.

She pushed him in and closed the door. The last thing he saw was a mischievous smile on her face.

"Sydney!" Rio growled as he attempted to open the door, but the knob didn't budge.

"Don't bother trying to get out," she said sweetly. "The door handle is broken on your side. Get comfortable. There are blankets and some food in the basket. Wine is on the shelf."

What the hell? Rio looked to find there was indeed wine.

"Sydney, I'm going to kill you," Rio threatened. "Open the damn door!"

He listened and heard her speaking to someone.

"Sydney!" Rio banged on the door.

"Don't hurt yourself," she scolded. "You're still on the mend from Cash. I'll let you out soon. Until then, get comfortable."

Rio dug into his pocket for his phone to call London, only to find his phone didn't have reception in the closet. He cursed.

He banged his hand against the door again but winced as his hand stung from the blow.

Furiously, Rio paced the small space, walking back and forth until he was dizzy. He finally pulled down a bottle of wine and sat on the blanket. He twisted off the cap of the inexpensive wine and drank greedily.

* * *

Gina rode the elevator up to the fifth floor with Sydney. Sydney chattered about her plans for the first two floors, leaving Gina to wonder why they were going to the fifth floor. But Gina could hardly get a word in to ask.

When Sydney rolled open the elevator door, Gina was surprised to find she was surrounded by canvases. Gina was about to ask who painted them, but Sydney took off toward the other side of the room. Giving one last glance at the intriguing art, Gina followed. She wasn't paying attention when Sydney stopped at a door.

Sydney placed her finger to her lips to indicate Gina should stay quiet. Gina complied, even though she was confused as to why Sydney thought she needed to be quiet.

Sydney slowly turned the doorknob and then gave a nod with her head as though Gina should come closer. Very odd, but once again, Gina complied.

As soon as Sydney opened the door, she pushed Gina inside and whipped the door closed. Gina looked around the small space. Her gaze tripped on Rio, sitting with his back against the wall and a bottle of wine in his hands.

"Ah," he said instead of greeting her.

"What's going on?" Gina asked.

"Get comfortable," Sydney called through the door.

Gina hurried to the door and banged on it. "Sydney, open up." No answer. She banged again. "This isn't funny."

"It will be if you drink enough wine," Rio said, holding out the bottle.

"How much wine?" Gina asked.

"I don't know. I've only had half so far and I'm still not amused."

Gina walked over to him. He scooched over to give her space to sit next to him. She accepted the offered bottle and took a sip.

They didn't say anything for a while.

Rio let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry. You needed space, and I was trying to give it to you."

"I was going to come see you tomorrow. I wanted to talk."

He looked at her. "I have a feeling we'll be in here until tomorrow, so you might as well get it over with."

"Get it over with?"

"Just rip the bandage off," he said. "It'll hurt a lot less than if you try to spare my feelings. I know I shouldn't have blurted out that I love you. But I do. I can't help it. I tried to stop it. I tried to reason with it. But I can't. I love you."

She sat silent for a moment, letting his words soak in.

"I want to work on the project with you," she said. "I'll need the extra income since I broke a contract with a client."

He didn't say anything.

"With your mother."

"My mother?"

"Evelyn. According to the contract, I'm not supposed to tell anyone she was my client, however briefly. But I don't want to keep secrets from you." Yes, there still would be a secret, but it was insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

"Why couldn't you tell me?"

Gina shook her head. "The point I'm trying to make is that it was never about needing space from you. It was just . . ." She couldn't find the right words.

"Just what?"

"Your mom is intimidating, which is one of the reasons I broke the contract."

"Yes, she can be." Rio looked at her with a furrowed brow. "What does she have to do with us? I hardly speak to her. London would rather sit on a nail than talk to her."

"I know, which is another reason I broke the contract."

He nodded.

"I'm trying to tell you I screwed up," Gina finally admitted. "I didn't want space from you, just your mother. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me for screwing up so many other times."

"I already did. I love you." She leaned over and placed a kiss on his stunned lips.

Rio stared at her and then the bottle of wine and then back at her. "I swear I didn't drink that much, but I'm pretty sure my ears are playing tricks on me."

"I love you."

"Once again, just to be sure."

Gina laughed. "I love you."

He was silent for a moment. "You're sure?"

"Without a doubt."

Rio set the wine bottle aside and coaxed her to him. "Say it again."

"I love you."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a kiss that made her world spin.

* * *

"Don't look so smug," Eddy said to Sydney as they sat on his living room couch. "And don't you dare tell anyone about my studio. This is a one-time-only deal."

She waved off his concerns. "I will be smug, because I deserve to gloat in my perfect plan, and I already promised I won't tell anyone. Tomorrow morning I'll be back to let the lovebirds out. Just stay hidden in your bedroom."

"What if Rio tries to kill you when you let him out?"

"He won't," Sydney said with a sigh. "He's in love."

"That doesn't mean he won't be mad."

"I locked him up with Gina. He can't be mad. I bet they're talking everything through right now."

"Or not talking at all. They could be—"

Sydney swatted him. "Don't say it."

"You gave the guy wine, blankets, and a woman. What did you think was going to happen? Next time, place me in there with a woman. I promise not to be mad."

"Ew." Sydney wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to know."

"That men like sex? I thought it was obvious."

"Ew."

Sydney stood. She would not let Eddy ruin this for her. She gave him a peck on the cheek and strolled to the elevator. She smiled as she thought of Gina as a sister-in-law. For too long, Sydney had been the only woman in the family.

One brother down.

Three more to go.

Chapter 30

Rio finished installing the video cameras in the gym studio. They were wireless and fed into a live-feed channel that the world could access for a limited time. After a month, the channel would be limited to members and subscribers only.

Gina walked into the studio wearing a brand-new workout outfit that hugged her curves and made him want to do very inappropriate things in front of the cameras. As it was, ever since the closet fiasco, he could barely keep his hands off Gina during the workday, and not at all at night.

When Sydney first locked him in the closet, he had thought about all the ways he would throttle her. But then she did the most marvelous thing. Sydney gave him another chance with Gina. It was the best present she'd ever given him. But he wouldn't dare thank her. Sydney was already gloating and trying to figure out which brother she'd lock in the closet next.

Over the next few weeks he had worked with Gina steadily, putting in long hours during the day. The nights were filled with lovemaking and whispers. He wondered when the bubble would burst and he'd crash back into reality. But so far it hadn't happened.

"Are they ready?" Gina asked.

"Yes," he said, walking over to his laptop on the floor to make sure the cameras were live. "Wave."

Gina waved to a camera.

"Perfect," he said, looking at her.

"The camera angle is perfect, or the streaming is perfect?" she asked.

"You're perfect."

A pretty shade of pink stained her cheeks. He'd never get tired of seeing her blush, especially the way it spread from her nose to her toes.

Rio walked over to Gina and gathered her into his arms. He'd also never get tired of holding her or kissing her. He placed a kiss on her lips then traveled to her neck and shoulders.

"Blech," Sydney gagged as she walked into the studio. "The world does not need to see the two of you making out. Neither do I. Although, I'm happy I can take credit for getting you two together. But that doesn't mean I need to see you kissing."

"Then go away," Rio said as he kissed Gina again.

"I would, but the class is going to start," Sydney said.

Gina grinned at him. "The debut class! Do I look okay?"

"You're beautiful."

He could feel the nervous energy vibrate through her. They had worked long and hard on the video project.

He loved spending time with Gina. The more he was with her, the more he wanted. But he didn't want to smother her.

"I can't believe this is finally happening," he said.

"Me neither," Gina agreed.

"Want to celebrate after?" he asked.

"Of course."

"We could grab dinner and drinks, and then I'll drop you off at home."

"Drop me off?" She frowned. "I was hoping we could continue the celebration."

"I'd love that," he said. "I just didn't want to crowd you. We've been spending a lot of time together."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No. I'd love to spend more time with you."

"Then do it."

"Okay."

"I mean for real," she said.

At his confused expression, she said, "Move in with me."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Really."

Rio kissed her, not believing his own ears. Here he thought he was rushing her. That she was keeping up with him made him love her even more.

"I love you," he said as the class started without them.

"Then you'll move in with me?" She held up a key.

He took it. "Can I move in tonight?"

She laughed. "Yes. I love you."

Rio kissed her again, not caring one bit that the studio was now filled with students, nor that the cameras were catching every kiss he placed on her lips. No contract or silly rule would ever get between them. Gina was finally his, and he wasn't letting go.

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When Rome Falls

Chapter 1

Bethany scanned the document on her laptop, lost in a sea of numbers and legalese jargon like "whereas" and "therefore." It was her final read through before she printed it.

"Please, stop tapping," Rome said.

She looked up from the laptop to Rome in confusion.

"You tap the table when you're nervous," Rome explained.

"Sorry. I didn't know I was doing it," Bethany said, curling her fingers into her palm so she wouldn't be tempted again.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," he said, rising from the corner chair to look out the window.

Bethany wanted to explain that she wasn't nervous about the upcoming meeting. Her nervousness had everything to do with the irritable man who was now pacing the tiny hotel room. The small space only allowed ten steps before he had to turn around. Rome had been cranky ever since he learned that she would be helping him negotiate the terms of the sale.

Bethany wasn't sure why his brother London had her tag along with Rome. Rome was capable of closing the sale. It was just that the sellers were being difficult. And why wouldn't they be? The MacLeans were way past retirement, holding onto the hope one of their children would take over the business. And for some reason, London wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Why don't you take a walk outside?" she suggested.

It wasn't just his tall frame that made her feel crowded in the little room. It was his unusual surliness that was oppressive.

Bethany had hoped for a suite in the hotel, but nothing was available at the last minute. Miami was a hotspot for Northerners trying to get away from the icy temps. Back home in Chicago, it was currently an artic four degrees with a windchill that made penguins want to hibernate.

Rome didn't acknowledge her suggestion and instead kept pacing.

She rarely saw this side of Rome. Whenever he returned to town with a signed contract in his hand, he was happy and carefree. His smile caused many flutters from the office staff ladies.

Rome was a handsome man, and it was hard to ignore.

Not that Bethany cared either way. She was engaged to Trevor, and Rome was content to find a different woman at every major airport. Admittedly, the latter was office gossip, but she knew it was true. How could he not? With his dark hair, soft brown eyes, and short beard that accentuated his tempting lips which curved into a sensuous smile, she didn't doubt the gossip.

Thank goodness there was a no-dating policy at work or she knew he'd cause workplace havoc.

Bethany glanced back at the document. It was ready to go. She just had to print it at the hotel business center.

Bethany stood and smoothed out her skirt. "I'll go downstairs and print this."

"I can do that," he said, reaching for her computer.

"It's no bother."

"I need air," he said, taking possession before she could continue her argument.

Bethany sat back down and watched him race out the door as if there was a foul odor. She seemed to have that effect on him lately. She lifted the neck of her shirt to take a whiff. But, no, she could only smell her citrus bodywash.

With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair and drummed her fingers on the table.

London shouldn't have sent her.

* * *

Rome made his way to the business center with Bethany's laptop. The meeting was only an hour away and so far he had been shot down at least five times by the owners. It was not a good feeling. Normally, once all the details were hashed out, he had signatures and he was on his way home to claim a hefty bonus from London.

But the couple that owned Candy Pop Treats was dragging their feet. Their kids wanted nothing to do with the failing business. So why were they stalling?

Failing businesses were London's specialty. He found something within them to either sell off or flip into a profitable business. With Martin and Jean MacLean's company, Rome had a feeling London would break the factory apart and sell it off piece by piece. But he couldn't tell that to Martin and Jean. They'd never agree.

While London was a good business man, he was horrible at negotiation. He'd demand, not persuade. And that's what was needed right now. Sure, Martin and Jean were proving a little more difficult to sway, but Rome wasn't sure why London had sent Bethany. Bethany was a great asset in the office as London's second in command, but she had never negotiated contracts before.

Having her around threw Rome off his game.

Rome set the laptop down on the desk near an available printer. He quickly read the directions posted next to it. Following them, he printed four copies and then exited the document. He was about to close the computer when he noticed the desktop photo.

It was a nauseatingly cute photo of Bethany and Trevor. Her dark-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her hazel eyes were turned adoringly toward Trevor.

Rome had only met Trevor once. He seemed like a decent man, if not a little boring. From what Rome recalled, Trevor loved to talk about medical procedures.

Rome took one last glance at the picture, wondering why it irritated him. Getting no answers, he closed her laptop and tucked it under his arm along with the copies. As he walked back to the room, his phone rang. He shifted the bundle so he could reach into his pocket and answer the phone.

"Rome speaking."

"Rio's in love."

Rome tried not to groan. "Sydney, what do you want?"

"Isn't it great?" she asked, her voice gushing. "I thought it'd be Eddy who fell in love first. He always wears his heart on his sleeve. And then I thought maybe it'd be you since you're always gallivanting around."

"Me? You'll be in for a long wait if you think I'll ever fall into that trap," he said. "I have a meeting in less than an hour. What do you want?"

"Can't I just call my brother?"

"Yes, but you normally want something."

"Fine. I do. There's something odd going on here."

"Like what?"

"I can't put my finger on it. But there is something definitely wrong."

"But you don't know what?"

"No."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, when you figure it out, then call me."

"Okay, but you still haven't answered me about your donation to Haven."

"How much can I give you to hang up and not call me until I'm done here?"

"You are so lucky. It's freezing in Chicago."

"How much?" he asked, opening the hotel room door and spotting Bethany at the window. Her back was turned to him as she looked out over the parking lot. They hadn't even been able get a view of the beach. This had to be one of the worst trips in recent history.

"Two thousand," Sydney said.

"Two thousand?"

"That's my price, or I will call you every hour with details about Rio and Gina. I think they'll get engaged right away. Who do you think they'll ask to stand up in the wedding? I've never been a bridesmaid before."

"I'll pay you five thousand to never talk to me about anyone in love ever again."

"Deal. I'll send you the info." She hung up.

Rome shoved his phone into his pocket, knowing his sister had just swindled him. Being the youngest with four older brothers, she had learned quickly how to get what she wanted.

"Was that Sydney?" Bethany asked, walking over to take her laptop.

"How did you guess?"

Bethany laughed. "She does the same thing to London."

"Her nonprofit is going to suck away all of my profit."

Bethany slipped her laptop into her bag. "She's excited, and it'll be good for the community. Chicago needs a women's group like hers."

Rome had no opinion one way or the other, but after Sydney had been attacked by a supposed friend, he would support her group. She could ask for any amount and he would give it. As would London.

"She knows our weak spots," Rome said.

"It's her specialty," Bethany said with a smile. "But really, sometimes you're hard to pin down. She knows not to tiptoe around and hint when a direct approach is better."

Had it been any other woman, Rome might have made a joke about being hard to pin down. He kept quiet.

"Should we go?" she asked.

There was still time, but he didn't want to stay in the microscopic room any longer than he had to.

"Yes, let's go."

Bethany picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "You'll have to tell me what I should do in the meeting. I don't want to say the wrong thing."

"London sent you because you never say the wrong thing. You'll be fine."

It was true. No matter what happened, Bethany would never make it worse. She was professional, personable, and lovely. She was the girl next door that put people at ease.

"I'm not sure if I always say the right thing, but thank you," she said, walking out to the hallway.

They made their way to the rental car in the parking lot. He unlocked the car and opened the backdoor so she could set her bag in the backseat.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "How far of a drive is it?"

"A little over a mile." Ordinarily he might be tempted to walk, just for the sake of putting his nerves at ease, but she was wearing heels and the cool morning air was already disappearing from the sun beating down.

They didn't speak on the way over. It was an uneasy silence, which did nothing to ease his tension. When they reached the factory, Rome parked the car and fetched Bethany's bag from the back.

She stepped out of the car and smoothed her skirt down. It was a nervous habit. He never remembered her wearing anything but skirts. Nothing too long or too short. Always hovering either above the knee or just below.

"Trevor doesn't mind you're here?" he asked, watching his step as they walked on the crumbling sidewalk. He held his hand out for Bethany in case she needed it. While Rome had never walked in heels, it seemed treacherous on the broken walkway.

She placed her hand in his. "He probably won't even notice I'm gone," she said, sounding completely serious.

He frowned. "I don't believe that." What man wouldn't notice if his fiancé was gone?

"He's an ER nurse at the hospital. He's working twelve-hour shifts this week. Most of the time he works more than that and sleeps there when he can't come home."

"Oh," Rome said, still not fully understanding. How could he stay away from Bethany that long? Wouldn't he get a different job that wasn't so demanding?

Rome opened the front door and held it for Bethany.

"Thank you," she said, walking past him. He caught the scent of citrus. She smelled like a blossoming orange grove.

Bethany gazed at the lobby as they headed to the front desk. This wasn't Rome's first trip to the factory, so he already knew what to expect. A very sterile building. Any special touches were over forty years old and showing their age. All money went into production.

Bethany leaned in and whispered, "This is a candy factory?"

He nodded and stepped forward to give his name to the receptionist who looked as dreary as the building. She pointed to two chairs off to the side and told them to wait a moment.

They took their seats and stared straight ahead.

A moment later Bethany whispered, "I wasn't expecting this."

"Were you envisioning Willy Wonka's factory?"

She smiled. "If I say yes, will you make fun of me?"

"No, I thought the same thing first time I was here."

Bethany scanned the room. "It looks like they might have tried when they first opened. There's a large lollipop statue in the corner."

Unfortunately, the paint had peeled off most of it.

"It's sad," she said.

"Which is why we are here."

"Does London know what kind of condition it's in?" she asked.

He nodded. "I told him. He still wants it."

"Have you seen the factory?"

"Yes, it's about the same, but it's clean and everything works. The majority of consumers don't think about the factory and what it looks like, so that's not a reason to back away."

"I guess."

A side door opened, and a woman stepped out. "Rome and Bethany." She reached out to shake both of their hands. "Thank you for coming."

Rome wasn't expecting the assistant to thank them for coming. Last time he left, the owners weren't pleased. He'd lowballed them twice.

They followed the assistant through the back office, which was just as sterile as the front. She opened the door to the meeting room.

"Please make yourselves comfortable. There is water and coffee on the side table. Mr. and Mrs. MacLean will be here soon."

She left them alone and returned to her desk, which was within earshot, especially with the door still open.

Bethany sat at a chair on the side of the table. Rome sat next to her, leaving the opposite chairs open for the owners. Bethany took the proposals out of her bag and set them in front of her.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until the MacLeans appeared at the door. Jean welcomed them, but Martin scowled, making his jowls much more pronounced.

"Let's get this over with," Martin grumbled as they took their seats.

Jean tsked at her husband. "Don't mind him. He's out of sorts."

"We're hoping to help with that," Rome said.

Jean smiled and then turned her attention to Bethany. "It's so nice to meet you, Bethany. Now I know the face that goes with that pretty voice."

"Well, let's get this over with," Martin said again.

Maybe Martin was out of sorts because his bowtie was tied too tight, which made his chins jiggle over his collar.

"Let me be frank. I'm not selling," Martin said before Bethany could give him the new proposal. "You're wasting everyone's time."

"There's no harm in looking," Jean said. "They came all this way."

"No one asked them to come," he said.

"I think you might be pleased when you see the new proposal," Rome said.

Bethany stood to pass them their copies.

They both took them and skimmed through. When Bethany resumed her seat, Rome said, "You can see our original offer has been increased. After our discussion, we realized how important your company and products are to the community and consumers. Our business model is sound, and the experts we consulted with made the necessary tweaks to make your company live on for generations to come." As long as London didn't strip it.

Martin was quiet and then shook his head, pushing the papers back. "Experts? I guarantee your experts are suits working in a skyscraper. They know nothing about this business."

Rome threaded his fingers together, resting them on the table. Martin was finally talking. That was the in he needed. "Why don't you take the time to fully read the proposal and see what we are missing. If you have changes that you'd like, we would be interested in hearing them."

Martin grumbled.

Jean looked from the proposal to her husband and then to Rome. "Will you be in the area tomorrow?"

Rome nodded. "Shall we come back tomorrow morning, same time?"

Jean glanced at her husband again before nodding. "Yes, I think that would be best. We will look over your proposal today and have an answer tomorrow."

"Excellent," Rome said with a smile. He stood to shake both of their hands.

Martin gave his hand hesitantly, looking Rome dead in the eyes. "There will be changes."

"I don't doubt that," Rome said, keeping his smile in place. "I will do everything in my power to accommodate them. The only thing I can't do is increase our offer."

Martin's lips twitched slightly. "That's bullshit and you know it. See you tomorrow, and be prepared for another hike in price."

The MacLeans escorted Rome and Bethany out.

Bethany let out a breath once they were alone. "That was stressful."

"Not at all. Just wait until tomorrow."

"It'll get worse?" she asked, her brow creased.

"I wouldn't say worse. Martin is old-school. There will be a lot of pushback until he feels he got the best deal. And then there will be a handshake and, if I'm correct, he'll break out a bottle of bourbon or whiskey. Then we can go home."

"What if he feels he doesn't get the best deal?"

Rome shrugged. "Then we go home and face London."

"Face London? You make it sound like he'd be mad."

"Have you ever seen London mad?" Rome asked.

Bethany nodded. "Once. When your brother Eddy came in. The door was closed, so I couldn't hear what was happening. Next thing I know, Eddy stormed out and London sat at his desk. I thought he was deep in thought, but when I saw his eyes, I knew he was furious."

Rome laughed. His brother Edinburgh tended to cause London's blood pressure to spike. "Did it look as though London's eyes had turned pure black?"

Bethany nodded. "Scared the heck out of me."

He knew that look well.

"What do you want to do?" he asked. "Our work for today is done."

"Don't we have to plan for tomorrow?"

"No. We have no idea what Martin will throw at us, so we'd only spin our wheels until then. Did you want to grab lunch or go to the beach?"

Why did he offer the beach? He nearly retracted until her eyes lit up.

Bethany opened her mouth slightly as if to say something, and then she closed it, smiling. "I didn't think to bring a swimsuit."

"We're in Florida," he said. "There are stores."

"But it's a business trip. I didn't think I'd get a chance to go to the beach."

"What's the fun of business trips if you don't have a little fun?"

"Yeah, I've heard you have fun," she said, shifting her bag on her shoulder.

Rome paused. There was accusation in her tone. "What do you mean?"

She looked at him, her brow furrowing together. "I didn't mean it like that. I just heard . . . I . . . never mind."

"What have you heard and from whom?"

Bethany tried to step around him, but he stopped her. If someone was spreading gossip about him, whether true or not, it had to be stopped. That could ruin reputations, and London's eyes would turn black again. Plus, no one needed to know Rome's business.

"I spoke before thinking," Bethany said. "It's nothing."

"It didn't sound like nothing. I heard what you said and how you said it."

She winced. "It's watercooler gossip. I don't know who started it. Most of the time people are tightlipped in front of me since I work so closely with London."

"What's the gossip?"

She sighed and looked away when she said, "Basically, you have a woman waiting for you at every major airport."

If he didn't take office gossip seriously, he would have laughed. Sure, he had met a few women on the road, and some he would call if he was in the area, but a woman at every airport?

"Do you believe the gossip?" he asked.

She gave a little shrug. "I don't think it's all true."

"But some of it?"

Bethany bit her bottom lip before answering. "Yes. There's probably a kernel of truth."

He would not admit she was right. Instead, he stepped out of her way and let her walk past.

"I don't think anyone judges you," she said as they walked to the car. "I'm pretty sure some are jealous they can't have your lifestyle."

His lifestyle? Flying to different cities could be fun at first, but it got old fast. Always living out of a suitcase. Always eating on the run. Never having a relationship that lasted more than a month. He could never keep a woman like Bethany around. They always wanted more from him. And he couldn't give more.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to read a text.

Are u free yet? I'm home all day today. Make sure to see me before u leave!

The text was filled with hearts and winking emoji faces.

Bad timing, he thought as he shoved the phone back into his pocket. He'd have to tell Chloe he'd catch her on the next trip out. He couldn't very well see anyone with Bethany around. It'd just fuel the gossip.

Unless he ditched Bethany.

Wondering what he should do, Rome watched as Bethany set her bag in the back seat. When she straightened and turned to him with a sunny smile, he silently cursed. His choice had been made.
Chapter 2

Bethany silently scolded herself the entire ride back to the hotel. Normally, she was careful about how she spoke to people. And now Rome knew the office staff gossiped about him.

And then she had said she believed the rumors!

Since then he hadn't said a word, just kept flipping his phone in his hand as if he were contemplating chucking it at her head.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

They walked to the hotel room in silence. When he opened the door, she blurted, "I'm sorry. Your personal life is no one's business, especially not to be discussed in the office. I only heard it in passing. Most of the staff doesn't let me in on office gossip because they think it will get back to management. And they were right." She pressed her fingers to her forehead. "Can we forget I stuck my foot in my mouth?"

Rome swung the door open without answering, leaving her to stew in the hallway alone.

She didn't want to follow him inside the tiny room until this was sorted out. In the office, she had never noticed how large his presence could be. But now that he was upset, and they were in a small hotel room, she felt it acutely.

He appeared in the doorway and looked out at her. "Are you coming in?"

His lips were set in a fine line.

"Maybe I'll head down to the business center," she said.

"Why?"

"I'm sure my email is flooded."

It always was. Just when she'd think she had everything sorted out and all fires extinguished, another calamity was just around the corner. She loved her job. It kept her busy. But it was also exhausting.

"Be back in thirty minutes," he said.

That would never be enough time. "What's in thirty minutes?"

"Lunch."

"Oh, you don't have to wait for me. Go ahead and eat."

His lips flattened more as he stared at her. "You truly believe those rumors."

She didn't want to fight with him. "Would having lunch with you convince you that I don't?"

"No."

They stared at each other.

"Do you want me to grovel?" she asked. She wouldn't. Maybe.

He straightened. "No. I'm just . . . I'm a little rattled finding out I'm a source of gossip. I'm sorry I took the news badly. Let's just go eat and forget we had that conversation."

He did seem sorry.

"Yes, okay. I can check email later. I'm not looking forward to it anyway."

"Why not?"

"Well, other than the fact that it's work email, there's a dispute over the Langley contract."

"And London's being a hard ass?"

She smiled. "You can get away with calling him that, but I can't."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No. I wouldn't be standing here if I had."

She felt his assessing gaze on her.

"He wouldn't fire you. You're an asset, and he knows it."

"Thank you." She took the compliment, but it felt foreign to do so.

Rome's phone made another noise. He glanced at it and then at Bethany. "I have to take this. I'll meet you in the business center in a half hour, okay?"

She gave a nod and shifted the bag on her shoulder. "See you then."

He closed the door while bringing the phone to his ear. "Hey Chloe. I got your message."

Bethany stood in the hallway, the thread of his conversation already hidden behind the door. Who was Chloe? She couldn't recall anyone they worked with named Chloe. Was it a girlfriend?

Or . . .

She pondered the thought, letting it wind through her mind. Was it his airport honey?

Knowing it was none of her business, she tried to shake it from her mind, but she wasn't able to let it go.

She hated admitting having once had a crush on Rome. Thankfully, she was over it. But it would have been nice to know years ago that the only way to catch his attention was by being a destination rendezvous.

She'd never be one, of course. But at least she could have stopped drooling over him a lot earlier. Thank goodness she had found Trevor. With him, she never had to worry about other women or being placed on a shelf for the next flyby.

Yes, Trevor was a perfect match for her. He didn't even mind when she had to work late—mainly because he was working too.

* * *

Rome ended the call with Chloe and took a breath. She wasn't happy they wouldn't see each other, but what else could he do? He couldn't very well offer for her to come to the hotel, nor could he up and leave Bethany without her knowing exactly what he was up to. Thankfully, he was able to hang up without making promises. In general, he avoided making promises. Mostly because he couldn't keep them. He never knew where he'd fly next. So each time, he left with a kiss goodbye and no promises.

His current situation couldn't possibly be more irritating.

And it wasn't Bethany's fault, so he could hardly take it out on her.

Well, he'd just have to make the most of the situation. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy Bethany's company. The problem was that he enjoyed it too much. Just the small bits of time they had in passing at the office had him interested in her. But with London's no-dating policy, plus the fact that London would kill him if he did anything to jeopardize Bethany's employment with the company, she was off-limits. London would choose Bethany over Rome without blinking an eye. She had no idea how important she was to the London.

At first, Rome had thought it was because London had developed feelings for her, but after watching them interact, he knew it wasn't that. London was oblivious to her sweet smiles or the way she lightly bit the ends of her pens while she contemplated. London didn't see how her tied-back hair showed off the slope of her neck, or how her hazel eyes were quick to assess, and how, when she laughed, they somehow twinkled. And London certainly didn't notice how her skirts showed off her legs.

God, her legs.

How many times had Rome zoned out when London was droning on about something to Bethany? Just as Bethany wrapped her legs around him, he'd snap out of his fantasy. He wouldn't go further than that, not even in his dreams.

It couldn't happen, wouldn't happen. No sense in driving himself crazy.

Plus, she had a fiancé.

Rome walked out of the hotel room and closed the door. When he reached the business center, he spotted Bethany right away. Not that the room was big. In fact, it was smaller than the hotel room. But she had her hair up, and his eyes were drawn to the back of her neck. He had seen her hair down a few times. Normally he liked when women wore their hair down. But with Bethany, he wanted it up and out of the way.

"I'll be done in a moment," Bethany said, still with her back to him.

"How did you know it was me?"

She glanced back at him, smiling. "Magic."

"You never told me you had this ability," he said, sitting down in a chair next to her. "What other skills do you have that I don't know about?"

She pondered for a moment. "I can make giant pancakes."

He laughed. "How big?"

"The biggest was fourteen inches in diameter."

"I'm impressed. But do they taste good?"

"Of course. There's no reason to make giant pancakes if you don't want to eat them."

"Do you ever make small ones?"

"Yes, but I prefer the big ones."

"And here I was told size doesn't matter," he teased, silently scolding himself at the same time. He tried to keep his gaze on her face and not trace the blush that ran down her neck and dipped beneath her collar.

He wasn't successful.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't tease you like that. It was unprofessional."

"It's okay. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm happy you feel comfortable enough with me to make jokes." She closed her laptop and stored it in her bag. "I suppose you're ready for lunch. I'm not nearly finished with emails, but I took care of the urgent ones. The rest can wait until this afternoon."

"I thought we could go to the beach this afternoon."

"I have so much work to do. Why don't you go without me?"

"The emails?"

She nodded.

He held out his hand. "Give me your computer."

With a quizzical brow, she pulled out her laptop and handed it to him. He opened it and logged in with the password she gave him. He scanned the dozens of emails in dismay. "This is normal?"

She nodded. "Especially if I'm out of the office and this is the only way to reach me."

It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just London emailing, but there were requests from office staff, the law team, outside vendors, new and old contracts, and London—who had sent her five emails in the span of an hour.

"This is ridiculous," he said.

She pulled the laptop over to her. "This is my job."

He pulled it back over to him. "Isn't there anyone else who can do this stuff?"

"Not really. Everything gets funneled through me."

Rome sat back and stared at the screen. He knew she was busy, but he didn't realize how busy until now. And office supply orders? He opened the email and read the list of office supplies needed by just one person.

"You order supplies too?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Not anymore." He replied to the email with the briefest of instructions, signing it with his name.

Bethany gasped and then laughed. "You can't just tell him no and to figure it out himself."

"He's a grown man. He can order his own supplies."

"But London has to sign off on the order before I submit it."

"And that's another thing," he said, opening an email from London and replying to it with another brief instruction to hire a temporary assistant and stop bothering Bethany while they were trying to negotiate a contract.

Bethany eyes were wide. "I'm glad you signed that in your name."

The next order of business was to send a companywide email stating Bethany was not to be disturbed unless it was a crisis. He signed it again in his name, making sure Bethany didn't get any backlash.

"Well, that takes care of your email," he said, closing her laptop and returning it to her.

"London's going to be livid when he reads that."

"Then he can yell at me. But he did send us down here to get the contract signed. As long as we do that, all will be forgiven."

"And if they don't sign it?"

He shrugged. "I'll deal with it later. But I feel pretty good about them signing."

"You do? I got the impression that Mr. MacLean wasn't going to budge."

"Yes, but he's talking. That's the first step. And his wife sounds like she's ready to move on. Plus, he's old enough to know the motto."

"What motto?"

"Happy wife, happy life."

Bethany laughed. "I would love to contradict it, but I'm sure it's true. At least to a certain extent."

"Does Trevor know it?" he asked.

"If he doesn't know it by now, he'll know it when we get married in six months."

"Are you saying you're difficult to live with?"

"Not at all. I'm actually quite reasonable. But there are times when I get mad. Everyone has a tipping point."

"Has he figured out where that tipping point is yet?"

She shook her head. "No. He's normally very respectful. Plus, if there was an argument, he'd be too tired to fight anyway."

Rome had the sudden urge to pick a fight with Bethany. He had never seen her angry. She was always reasonable, like she'd stated. He wondered what it would take to make her upset. And would her neck and face flush like it had when she was embarrassed? Would she yell or turn silent?

"Why is he too tired?" Rome asked.

"I told you. He's an ER nurse and is always taking on extra shifts at work."

"Is it mandatory?"

"Sometimes he doesn't have a choice, but a lot of the time he wants to work. He loves his job."

But what about Bethany? Did he love her too?

She stowed the laptop into her bag and stood. "Ready for lunch?"

He stood as well, accidentally crowding her space. He hadn't meant to, but having her up against him felt nice. Too nice. He stepped back and let her through.

"What are you hungry for?" she asked.

"Something I can't have," he muttered as he followed her out to the lobby.

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