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want to put his fist through Grey Mattheson’s face on her behalf.
He pulled the car to a halt and hopped out, letting the salty air wash over his face and down into his lungs as he drank in great mouthfuls of air. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he turned into the knight in shining armour? In the past it hadn’t ever been his style.
Stuart knew who had brought about the change in him and that was Carrie. There had been something special about her, something pure that made him want to step up and protect her… But she was with David. She wasn’t for him to protect beyond what his job had demanded. However, with Ellie, Stuart found himself wanting to prove to her that he was worth it—that he was one of the good guys and she could trust him. But if he was involved with Mattheson, Stuart didn’t know if that was strictly true or not anymore.
“So you came back, then?”
The man Stuart had dubbed as the human mountain appeared on the top step.
“Was I not supposed to?”
The mountain shrugged and narrowed his eyes. He took one step down and Stuart watched as he clenched his fists at his sides.
“You think you’re so smart, that you’ve impressed Mr Mattheson, but he knows who has his back, he knows who he can really trust… You’re a nobody.”
Stuart smiled and moved up onto the first step, keeping his body loose, relaxing his muscles and letting any tension he felt flow out of his body and down into the ground. He took another step up, taking him to just below the human mountain Mattheson had called Wilson.
“Aw, is that a note of bitterness I detect there, Wilson? Did I hurt your pride when I took you to your knees?”
“It’s not my pride you should be worrying about.”
Wilson moved fast and it surprised Stuart. He’d been slow the first time and it almost hadn’t been a challenge to put him down. This time Stuart sensed that Wilson was out to prove a point. The question remained should he let him? Perhaps if he did they could put it behind them, call a truce, and maybe even enjoy some of the male camaraderie that came from roughhousing…
Stuart side-stepped Wilson’s first swing and took the final step that brought him up onto a level playing field with the other man. Well, as level as the playing field could be when you faced a solid wall of muscle.
But Stuart wasn’t worried. Wilson was obviously one of those guys who only worked on building muscle. It looked impressive and in situations where intimidation was necessary Wilson would be the guy. But in a fight, a real honest to God balls-to-the-wall fight, Wilson was as good as useless. As long as Stuart stayed out of his reach and didn’t allow him to get those dinner plates for hands on him then Wilson would tire quickly.
Wilson reached out again, his fist swinging wide and wild as he struggled to get a grip on Stuart.
“I really don’t think this is what Grey wants…” Stuart said, dodging another swing, sliding beneath Wilson’s arm and hopping up onto a higher step. One good punch and he could end it. It would be painfully easy to send Wilson tumbling down the steps, maybe even knocking him out… But Stuart knew it wasn’t the way to endear himself to Grey.
“Stop running away and fight me like a man, or are you too afraid of what I might do to you?”
Wilson sneered but Stuart could hear the wheeze in his voice, each breath becoming difficult.
“I don’t want to fight you, Wilson. I proved my point earlier and you and Mattheson know it. If I hurt you, then he’s going to be pissed.”
“He’s right, Wilson, I’ll be extremely irritated.”
Mattheson’s voice rang out from the top of the step and Stuart fought the urge to take his eyes off Wilson and glance up at the other man.
“Cut it out, Wilson, he’s a better fighter than you are. Most of the men are and you know it. It’s not the reason I hired you,” Mattheson said, and Stuart detected a note of weariness in his voice. This obviously
He pulled the car to a halt and hopped out, letting the salty air wash over his face and down into his lungs as he drank in great mouthfuls of air. What the hell was wrong with him? When had he turned into the knight in shining armour? In the past it hadn’t ever been his style.
Stuart knew who had brought about the change in him and that was Carrie. There had been something special about her, something pure that made him want to step up and protect her… But she was with David. She wasn’t for him to protect beyond what his job had demanded. However, with Ellie, Stuart found himself wanting to prove to her that he was worth it—that he was one of the good guys and she could trust him. But if he was involved with Mattheson, Stuart didn’t know if that was strictly true or not anymore.
“So you came back, then?”
The man Stuart had dubbed as the human mountain appeared on the top step.
“Was I not supposed to?”
The mountain shrugged and narrowed his eyes. He took one step down and Stuart watched as he clenched his fists at his sides.
“You think you’re so smart, that you’ve impressed Mr Mattheson, but he knows who has his back, he knows who he can really trust… You’re a nobody.”
Stuart smiled and moved up onto the first step, keeping his body loose, relaxing his muscles and letting any tension he felt flow out of his body and down into the ground. He took another step up, taking him to just below the human mountain Mattheson had called Wilson.
“Aw, is that a note of bitterness I detect there, Wilson? Did I hurt your pride when I took you to your knees?”
“It’s not my pride you should be worrying about.”
Wilson moved fast and it surprised Stuart. He’d been slow the first time and it almost hadn’t been a challenge to put him down. This time Stuart sensed that Wilson was out to prove a point. The question remained should he let him? Perhaps if he did they could put it behind them, call a truce, and maybe even enjoy some of the male camaraderie that came from roughhousing…
Stuart side-stepped Wilson’s first swing and took the final step that brought him up onto a level playing field with the other man. Well, as level as the playing field could be when you faced a solid wall of muscle.
But Stuart wasn’t worried. Wilson was obviously one of those guys who only worked on building muscle. It looked impressive and in situations where intimidation was necessary Wilson would be the guy. But in a fight, a real honest to God balls-to-the-wall fight, Wilson was as good as useless. As long as Stuart stayed out of his reach and didn’t allow him to get those dinner plates for hands on him then Wilson would tire quickly.
Wilson reached out again, his fist swinging wide and wild as he struggled to get a grip on Stuart.
“I really don’t think this is what Grey wants…” Stuart said, dodging another swing, sliding beneath Wilson’s arm and hopping up onto a higher step. One good punch and he could end it. It would be painfully easy to send Wilson tumbling down the steps, maybe even knocking him out… But Stuart knew it wasn’t the way to endear himself to Grey.
“Stop running away and fight me like a man, or are you too afraid of what I might do to you?”
Wilson sneered but Stuart could hear the wheeze in his voice, each breath becoming difficult.
“I don’t want to fight you, Wilson. I proved my point earlier and you and Mattheson know it. If I hurt you, then he’s going to be pissed.”
“He’s right, Wilson, I’ll be extremely irritated.”
Mattheson’s voice rang out from the top of the step and Stuart fought the urge to take his eyes off Wilson and glance up at the other man.
“Cut it out, Wilson, he’s a better fighter than you are. Most of the men are and you know it. It’s not the reason I hired you,” Mattheson said, and Stuart detected a note of weariness in his voice. This obviously
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