The Threat

I cross the gym's parking lot and pull on the big door, but it doesn't budge. I frown and peer through the glass. No one. Strange. Dad never closes early.

I use the spare gym key hanging from my car's keyring and unlock the door. Dad gave me the spare key to come and go whenever I please, even if it's closed. I guess today is one of those days. Stepping inside, I lock the door behind me and make a mental note to call him when I'm finished.

I turn around and shout, clasping my hand over my chest as my heart leaps into my throat. At least eight pairs of eyes are on me, curiously watching from beside the big boxing ring. I spot my father at the front of the group as he smiles and waves. I offer a pathetic wave back and my attention immediately sweeps to the man in the center of the ring.

Seth.

Sweating and panting, his skin glistens like it did in my mind all night. I swallow hard and my knees tremble at the sight. Seth's lips quirk and my cheeks heat up under his amused gaze. He looks