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to see if Angry Drew is still with me or if I have my sweet, loving boyfriend back.
    Checking every room in the suite, I come to the conclusion that Drew isn’t here. I know his call time with that skank Kiera Reynolds isn’t until nine o’clock. I call his cell and it goes to voice mail. I disconnect, pissed off at him for leaving.
    Where the hell could he be?
    Huffing loudly, I have no idea what to do with myself. I’m antsy as hell and need something to occupy my wandering mind. Spinning on my heel I snatch the hotel phone off of the side table and dial.
    “Hello,” a muffled voice answers.
    “Steve?”
    “No, it’s Evan. What can I do for you Miss Tannen.” He sounds more awake now.
    “Evan, I’d like to go for a run, and before you tell me that I’m not allowed, I’m well aware,” I snap. Drew has banned my outdoor runs since the incident, and I need my exercise. “Would you accompany me down to the hotel gym so I can use the treadmill?” I ask as sweet as possible.
    No way am I going to make things worse by going anywhere without protection or worse, going for my usual long run through the city streets like I’ve been dying to do. Drew would have an absolute coronary, although, I notice that he’s not restricted to the hotel suite like I am, nor did he let me know where the hell he went this morning.
    Someone didn’t try to kill him either, dummy.
    “Sure thing, Miss Tannen, when do you need me?”
    “I’m getting dressed right now, is fifteen minutes enough time?”
    “Yes, I’ll be at your door.”
    “Thanks, Evan. ” I hang up the phone.
    Twenty minutes later Evan is ushering me through the glass doors of the posh hotel gym. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here this early, but across the huge gym past all of the equipment, I see two shirtless men in protective headgear sparring each other, throwing vicious punches non-stop.
    Ignoring them, I grab the nearest treadmill and pop my ear buds in, cranking up the modern playlist that Drew so thoughtfully put on my iPod. He decided that my decade long shunning of any new music needed to stop, and compiled a list of his favorites for me. I set the treadmill to a pretty good pace and watch the two men fight as I run to the sounds of Maroon 5.
    As I observe them hit and kick each other, I notice Steve come out of the men’s locker room and stand next to where the men are sparring. Suddenly nauseous, I feel a prickle of fear run up my neck and plunge down into my stomach.
    Slowing my treadmill so I can focus better, I look right at the two men. With a sickening feeling spreading through me I realize that I recognize the torso of the man who is currently on top of the other, pounding on him over and over again with his fists. It’s only when I see Steve jump in and yank them apart that my brain registers that Drew is the man beating the shit out of his sparring partner.
    I hit the kill switch on the treadmill and pull out my ear buds, approaching Drew cautiously as he catches his breath. Glancing at the man on the floor, I see that he’s removed his protective headgear. It’s Drew’s fri end and trainer, Damien Spader.
    I kno w Drew had him flown in from New York to train with him for the film, but they usually only work at the gym on the studio lot. Drew isn’t supposed to spar when he’s filming. He said the studio told him it gives him too many bruises and injuries to cover up, and he could break something important and put filming on hold. Damien seems okay, angry but no blood, so I focus on Drew.
    “What’s going on? Why did you leave the room without telling me?” I ask.
    Drew’s eyes dart around and he reminds me that we aren’t alone. “Not here, Sydney.” Turning from me he grabs a towel and wipes the sweat out of his eyes.
    “Then upstairs, Forrester. Now,” I say in a low, angry voice.
    He spins around with wide eyes, surprised by my demand. Did he think he wasn’t affecting me with his standoffish bullshit? He can’t be