With everything that had been going on, she’d missed her past few kickboxing classes and had made the extra effort to get here today. The need to work off some of the nervous energy that had been building inside her since she’d spent the night with Josh and Oliver last week had grown to epic proportions. Beating the stuffing out of the pads seemed easier than trying to talk to the boys. They’d been avoiding her. Well, not really. She didn’t like to think of herself as being overly dramatic, and both Josh and Oliver had been speaking to her, but something had changed. Josh would hesitate before sliding a hand across her shoulder. Oliver would take half a step back from either of them if they got too close. Where they’d once had an easy connection between them, there was now an undercurrent of unease. And people said women were the ones who overreacted in these types of situations. A bead of sweat dripped into her eye, stinging as it brought the remnants of her hairspray along with it.
