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and everything I’d learned. I also told him about my art class and Scoop Out . “I want you to show me what to do when someone sneaks up on me.”
    “Be aware of your surroundings. Anticipate their attack.”
    “I’m okay with half that.”
    Max showed me how to scan the area. To check a man’s eyes and face for rage, to watch his hands more than anything.
    My workout finished, and Max continued his moves while he waited for his own trainer. I’d watched him before. The rough, violent intense routines had me hooked. But if I wanted any shot at getting information out of Max, it had to be before his sparring partner arrived and stole his focus. Maybe if I brought in another kitten that might soften him up. I chuckled to myself and then put Powder’s suggestion into play by asking the question I wanted answered. “Max, why do you only date a girl twice?”
    He shrugged.
    “Really? A shrug? That’s your answer? Is it trust issues? A deep passion you can barely keep in check and you don’t want to fall into obsession? Is it—”
    He drew me to my feet and over to the punching bag. “Enough. Pummel this and tell me you know your lines.”
    “My lines? It’s an action movie. My lines are ‘Rogue, Rogue, it’s you forever’.” I drew out the forever in a way that would strike terror in the sneakers of a commitment-phobe like him.
    Max grinned. “Tell me your blocking.”
    He was all about practice, mental as well as physical. If we weren’t physically performing a move, he had us run through it out loud. He gestured with his elbow, showing me how to shift my weight and keep my balance during a thrust to the bridge of his nose.
    “Well, except the last scene, which we already shot, I lean into the mist veil and I walk in a tar pit. The end. Now that we’re done rehearsing, tell me about you.”
    “I usually can’t get girls to stop talking and all you want to do is make me talk.”
    I kicked at his ankle, trying to surprise him with a takedown. He sidestepped and countered by making me kick the bag twenty times while he pointed to vulnerable spots on the bag. Eyes. Groin. Adam’s apple. Knees. Temple.
    “Strikes to the Adam’s apple and temple can be deadly.”
    I wiped sweat off my forehead. “Can we stop now?”
    “Ten more.”
    “Eww.”
    “Ten more.”
    “Creeper over there is staring at us.” I kicked the bag, spun with the momentum and kicked with my other foot. The move cost me my breath. “Can’t tell if he’s staring at you or me. But he’s been there at least half an hour.”
    “He’s been here the whole time.”
    Kick. Punch. Spin. “You know him?”
    “He’s the scriptwriter.”
    “Which movie? Dragon Night? Time Kick?”
    “Time Kick.”
    “Oh.” I stopped punching the bag and stepped back. The pause in movement created a head rush, and I bent forward with my hands on my knees until I got my breath back.
    “You’re not done,” Max said.
    “I want to say hi .”
    “He can wait.”
    I smiled at him. “It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do.”
    “It’s cute that you think I couldn’t stop you.”
    “Maybe I like it when you try.” I grinned over my shoulder and headed to the script writer. “I’m Hannah. The Snow Queen.” I’d decided against using a stage name.
    “Tom.” Tom motioned to the workout area. “We’re doing some script adjustments, and Guy suggested I check out your martial arts training.”
    “Well, I’m done in, but Max will keep it up for another hour.” I smiled. “He’s the one worth watching anyway.”
    Cutter ran around the corner headed straight at us, his gaze glued to my hair. “OMG.”
    I knew what he was looking at. “Yeah. My character got a haircut.”
    “We’re shooting out of order! Didn’t you read your contract? No personal appearance changes without approval until shooting is done. None.”
    “I—”
    “None.”
    Max joined us. “Lay off.”
    Cutter ignored him. “Does Powder know about