She stared at the array of equipment, mats, and weapons. And the size. They could train a battalion in this one room. “If you’re going to be involved in an operation, Sara, you need some idea of self defense, or at least working through your fear,” Dash was saying. “In case he gets too close to you. I’m not expecting that, but I don’t want you to be afraid if it happens.” “Well, I think that’s unrealistic.” Sara was still looking around, but she felt Dash stiffen beside her. “I mean, I ran because I’m already afraid of him.” Dash blew out a breath. “Okay.” He toed off his shoes and motioned for her to do the same before stepping onto one of the large mats. “Okay, you ran because you were afraid. We can work with that. The best reaction you could have with an attacker is to get away as fast as possible.” He turned and faced her. “What did he do to make you afraid, Sara?” Dash tried to keep his fingers from curling into fists at the thought of Sara being frightened by a man.
