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clothes for Tara when she’d come here to visit. Otherwise, she’d have to wear some poor excuse for workout clothes instead of the cool cotton she had on now.
    Listening to the electric guitar of Nickelback, Liz bobbed back and forth on her feet before lifting her leg in a vertical kick, shoulder height. Her muscles grew warm, free. Her breath came quickly without the tight binding dresses she was forced to wear in this time. God, it felt good.
    She pivoted, bobbed, and punched at her invisible enemy.

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Fin ascended the stairs, expecting to find Elizabeth sitting in front of an open window with one of her famous books in her hand. When he approached the door, he heard a scuffling of feet and a small grunt.
    He went on alert and placed a hand to his sword at his side.
    Slowly, he opened the door. Ready.
    Liz had her back to him, oblivious of his presence. The clothing she wore clung to her every curve, sweat beading down her back, her legs bare for him to see in what she and her sister called
    “shorts.”
    He stood tall, no longer fearing for her safety, or his own. Her tiny butt swayed back and forth, causing him to swallow hard. The fabric of the shorts held so closely to her skin he could see every line of her feminine body.
    Liz started singing along to the music she listened to.
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    he’d heard all week.
    Liz turned and shot her foot in his direction. Fin snapped out of the trance she’d put him in by simply existing.
    She straightened. Obvious surprise marred her face to see him standing there watching. Instead of removing the ear pieces where the music flowed, she bent her knees and put her hands in front of her face, asking to spar.
    Fin laughed. “Come on, lass. You can’t be serious.”
    Her chin lifted. “What’s a matter, Finlay? Afraid I’ll kick your ass?”
    He shook his head, closed the door behind him, and removed his sword from his hip. No use nicking anyone by accident. Rolling around on the floor with Elizabeth sweating beneath him was a recurring fantasy of his since they’d met. Of course, this wasn’t exactly how he pictured it. But he’d take what he could get.
    A pearl of sweat fell down her neck, over her collarbone and disappeared between the alabaster crease of her breasts. He licked his dry lips.
    Liz circled, confident. Fin waited for her to make the first move.
    He didn’t have to wait long.
    Her foot shot out. Fin backed up to avoid the blow to his chest. She advanced with a quick step and attempted to hit him with her fist. Fin caught her hand, but didn’t take her down. He let go, allowing her to gain her balance again.
    Liz’s cocky smile slid into something much more serious. Determined.
    Fin watched her eyes, quick to catch her right before she made any move. Then something happened. She realized his strategy and managed to sneak in a kick.
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    stumbling for balance. “Good girl,” he whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear him over the music in her ears. Her next two punches came fast and unexpected, one catching him hard on the jaw. And it hurt. His brow rose. The muscles straining on her arms held strength he didn’t know she had.
    Fin sent his foot out to trip her. She avoided it and waved him toward her. “Come on, Fin. Stop playing.”
    He turned his back to her, heard her approach, and swept her off her feet. She hit the floor hard.
    Her eyes opened wide, stunned, but she jumped up and came at him.
    Within ten minutes, they were both panting.
    Liz’s punch wavered. Fin caught her fist and pulled it behind her back and her firmly up against his chest. Her breasts heaved, and her breathing strained. The soft curves of her body pressed to his.
    Liz reached up to the arm he used to hold her and called her Druid powers. Fin felt his skin burn under her touch, and he let go,