Her confidence and grace were making him crazy. He’d tried to rein in his reaction at least a dozen times. He lectured himself about paying attention to her form, her interaction with her students, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the curves concealed beneath her shapeless uniform. He wasn’t surprised by his attraction to her. He loved strong, powerful women, and she possessed those attributes in spades. She commanded respect from her students, but she was also approachable and genuine in her desire to see her students succeed under her tutelage. Jay understood her passion. He’d been studying martial arts since he was five years old, and nothing made him feel the way he felt when he was able to don his uniform and demonstrate his passion to students who were anxious to learn. Karen sat down beside him. “Hey there.” Jay’s gaze drifted to the dozens of parents scattered in the chairs outlining the perimeter of the room. He’d been so engrossed watching Victoria, he’d barely noticed they were there.
