Making Him Sweat & Taking Him Down. Meg Maguire

the worst idea,” she agreed.

      “Probably be back Sunday noontime. If I don’t run into you before I head out, have a good weekend.”

      “You too. You want coffee? I’ll start it once I’m dressed.”

      “Nah, I better get downstairs. Start figuring out how to get my shifts here covered on such short notice.”

      “Okay. Well, have a good trip, if I don’t see you.”

      “I will.”

      With a nervous-looking smile, she headed for her room, closing the door softly. Mercer’s breath had been high in his chest, and he let it out with a noisy sigh. Definitely for the best that he clear out for a couple nights. One look at her and he’d remember everything that had happened the night before, jump her and either get himself slapped or laid again, and he wasn’t honestly sure which was preferable.

      He headed down to the gym. The more steps he put between his body and Jenna’s, the safer it was for everyone involved.