Free Searching for Someday by Jennifer Probst Page B

towel over his face, and watched while Kate chatted with Trent and Meat.
    Arilyn packed up and left the studio. After a solid fist bump to regain their manhood, he watched Meat and Trent drift toward the weights, and the glass door shut behind him.
    Kate dragged the mats over to the pile, her perky ass high in the air on perfect display. A wave of lust grabbedhim in a chokehold, and suddenly he knew the session wasn’t over.
    He headed across the room.
    KATE CONCENTRATED ON CLEANING up the studio so she wouldn’t have to face the sweaty, irritated, gorgeously sexy client behind her. When Arilyn told her the plan, she had little faith Slade would even participate. Halfway through the grueling class, one glance at his face confirmed he’d never make it. Arilyn was wicked smart when it came to knocking down barriers. Kate had been the recipient of many of her sessions when her frustration with her stuttering caused her to shut down. Kate figured she’d get a kick out of watching Slade’s confident charm slip.
    Instead, he’d impressed the hell out of her.
    He never quit, and his honesty in the circle was dead-on. He told the truth, after first trying to tell them what he thought they’d want to hear. She’d seen many men storm out during these sessions, not ready to go deep.
    Of course, what really pissed her off was his body.
    Slade Montgomery was sheer perfection.
    Every muscle was lean and defined. Golden hair sprinkled over brown skin reminded her of delicious Honey Nut Cheerios, and she craved a taste. Even sweaty and irritated, he held a core center within him that told her this man knew who he was and didn’t apologize. He liked to win. Heliked to get what he wanted. He didn’t apologize for his beliefs and never backed down from a challenge.
    Her body wept, so she kept far away, careful not to touch him.
    The door shut behind her and she sagged in relief. Finally. Kate dropped the last mat on the pile, pushed it neatly in the corner, and turned.
    “Hi.”
    She jerked back. He stood before her and dominated her personal space. Hair damp and lying over his forehead, T-shirt sticking to his chest, he smelled rawly masculine and delicious instead of yucky. Damn, the man even sweats musk. How was this fair?
    “H-h-hi. Thought you’d left.”
    “Not yet. Interesting session. Do you torture all clients equally or just ones you don’t like?”
    She fought the smile and tried to ease back, but there was nowhere to go. “There’s no discrimination at Kinnections. You should see some of Arilyn’s other sessions. You got off easy.”
    “She’s scarier than a drill sergeant ’cause you don’t see her coming.”
    “You did good,” she admitted. Forced herself to hold his gaze, though she felt stripped and vulnerable. Her skin prickled with awareness as the heat surged between them, strangling her air.
    “I held my own. Bet you lose a lot of clients forcing them into one-hundred-degree heat.”
    She lifted her chin a notch, but he still towered over her. Damn bare feet. “Some do. But if they’re not ready to do some hard stuff in search of love, they’re not meant to be with Kinnections. Relationships aren’t all fluff and fun. It’s tough work.”
    “At least you’re preparing them to be strong when the divorce happens.”
    Ah, they were back on solid terms. She smirked. “You know, the divorce rate is actually decreasing due to couples living together for longer periods of time. Afraid you’ll be out of a job with me in business?”
    He threw back his head and laughed. The growly roar stroked her ears and between her legs like a rough caress. “Statistics can be manipulated to present any conclusions you’d prefer. But the simple fact is first marriages end at a rate of forty-one to fifty percent. Children of divorced parents are four times more likely to divorce, so the numbers will skyrocket. I’ll end up retiring a rich man.”
    The verbal sparring leaked into the physical, her body sparking to