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“Start lifting,” I order him before continuing our conversation. “But you’re the sales manager. Don’t sales managers charm the customers on golfing excursions?”

He chuckles. “Not in the twenty-first century. Now all contact can be handled by email and phone calls.”

“Really? You don’t need to travel to the mainland occasionally to charm distributors or handle the big accounts?”

He frowns. “Eli has been charming distributors and handling the big accounts.”

I tap his shoulder to indicate he can take a break. “Maybe you should discuss this with your big brother.”

He offers me the weight and I hand him a resistance band. “Same exercise but with a resistance band this time.”

He groans. “I’m glad today is my last day.”

I frown. “If you aren’t doing these exercises at home, I’m notsigning you off.”

“You’re welcome to come to my home and check on me. I’ll leave the light on for you.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Home visits cost extra.”

His eyes flare. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

My nipples harden at the promise in his voice. I am well acquainted with how well Miles can make it worth my while.

“Miles,” I scold but I’m afraid I sound out of breath and excited.

“Sorry, Blaze. I shouldn’t tempt you.”

I narrow my eyes. “Tempt me? Why do you think you can tempt me?”

He smirks. “Experience.”

“Time’s up!”

“But I only did two exercises.”

“Patients don’t usually complain about only doing two exercises.”

“Those patients don’t want to soak up every possible second with you.”

Damn it. He went from sexy to sweet. I have a hard time resisting either Miles, but sweet Miles is especially difficult to resist.

I slap my hand on the bench. “Get going or I’ll charge you for another session.”

“As much as I’d love another session, I need to get back to work. I need to finish a management report today.”

I follow him to the door and watch him leave. Once he’s out of sight, I collapse against the door. Phew. Close call.

I should probably avoid Miles until I can build up some resistance to him. I haven’t managed to build up any resistance in the past six years, but I wasn’t trying too hard. Not when I knew Miles didn’t want me. Now, my heart’s survival depends on it.

Chapter 17

Thank you, giant anchor in the sky.

Miles

“You made it!” Harper squeals, and I glance over my shoulder. Phew. Hazel came. I wasn’t certain she would. She’s jumpier than a smuggler who just spotted a Prohi.

Hazel scans the interior ofThe Drunken Anchor Lanesand frowns when her gaze lands on me. “I’ve been scammed,” she mutters before whirling around toward the exit.