Hit & Run Bride (Hit & Run Bride Contemporary Romance Series) Read Free Page B

inside?” he asked instead.
    “No, I’m fine. Nothing a latte and a Snickers won’t fix. Seriously, who chooses to run for fun?”
    He couldn’t help but laugh. “What are doing here at a gym if you don’t like exercise?”
    “Oh, you know, just signed myself up for some self-induced torture.”
    Looked like exercise might do her good. “Give it a chance. It won’t be that bad, I promise.”
    She gave him a doubtful look and slowly walked away. “I’ll hold you to that. And to fixing my car,” she called over her shoulder.
    She had a nice ass, he’d give her that. And a nice rack.
    Heading through the front doors, he gave Melody at the front desk a nod. “Hey, Mel.”
    She smiled, her artificially whitened teeth nearly blinding him. “Liam! Thought you’d never get here.”
    “There’s a gal who may come looking for my information. Petite brunette, curly hair, brown eyes.” Beautiful light brown skin that has never seen the inside of a tanning bed. “In need of some cardio classes. Make sure she gets my number, okay?”
    Melody stuck out a full bottom lip. “New girlfriend?”
    “God, no.” The last thing he needed was another project, even if she was cute and curvy, and he’d already had half a dozen inappropriate thoughts about her. “I’ve got to run.”
    He took off for the locker room, Melody’s voice following him. “Want to get a juice after class?”
    A juice. With Melody. He should go out. Have a little fun. She was his type, all trim and toned, and San Diego tan. “Can’t,” he lied for the second time that day. A juice with Mel would lead to other things, other demands he didn’t have the time or energy for. The doctors had told him his mother only had six months tops. “I’ve got a...thing.”
    Brilliant. A thing. Lame, Liam. So lame.
    “A date?” Mel pouted.
    “Yep, a date.” With a bottle of Landshark and his TV remote. He had to take his mother to her regularly scheduled blood workup appointment first thing in the morning. He waved Mel off and sighed with relief once he entered the locker room. Hell of a night, dodging two women who could both make him lose his shit in the span of six minutes.
    The rest of the evening should be smooth sailing.
    He hummed the latest Adam Levine song under his breath as he undressed and pulled on his swim trunks. Yep, smooth sailing.
    He entered the pool, and six students stood near the shallow end of the pool, all adults and all looking nervous about the water. “Welcome to Adult Swim Lessons,” Liam said. “I’m your instructor, and the first thing we’re going to do is—”
    “Wait,” an out of breath female voice called from behind him. “I’m here! Don’t start without me. I know I’m late, but…”
    Liam turned and froze. God, help him. Miss Hit and Run was in his class.

Chapter Three

    Becca stared in shock as she struggled to regulate her breathing. No. Not him . He could not be her instructor. He could not—her brain stuttered as her gaze drifted past his surprised, clearly annoyed—although attractive—face.
    Oh wow. Holy shoulders. The Tribots at work weren’t kidding when they talked about swimmers’ shoulders. He had a broad chest to match equally impressive abs worth staring at. He looked exactly like the kind of guy who did triathlons. Perfect. Her swim instructor was a totally hot Tribot. Shoot her now.
    No. She wouldn’t freak out. She had a task to complete. An assignment. Learn to swim . She could do this. All she had to do was ignore Mr. Shoulders and Abs. Oh yeah, and get in the water.
    Her heart rate ticked up, and she swallowed hard. Stay calm, Becs . Focus on the things you can control. And twenty-three-year-old Becca was in a hell of a lot more control than seven-year-old, learning-to-swim Becca.
    She shook her head. She was an adult, damn it. It was just a little water. She forced a smile onto her face and dragged her unwilling eyes back to Mr. Couldn’t Drive’s face. “Sorry. I’m