Huntley commented between gasps of breath. Bracken had slowed briefly, probably to lessen the distance between them as they headed into a shadier side of town. As if she couldn’t take care of herself. They’d been running in a full-out sprint since daybreak. Before the sun’s warm rays could think about making an appearance, Bracken had arrived on her doorstep. No “good morning.” No discussion about the day’s training. Nope, what she’d gotten was his refusal to come inside, along with the tapping of his fingers impatiently on the doorjamb, as if waiting the few minutes for her to pocket a banana and a baggie of peanuts, sustenance for the grueling hours ahead of her, was cutting into his precious time. Jeez, you’d have thought a security guard would have more patience. They’d headed out, with him setting a pace that would have given a lesser woman a heart attack. He’d kept a few yards ahead, which was fine with her. The view was splendid from behind, with his tight buns flexing within his sweatpants as he ran.
