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over. His eyes tracked her for a second before he started his descent.
Showoff.
She reached the top bar and pulled herself up with both hands and swung her legs over. She didn’t use her legs on the way down, hoping to gain some time. It was a bit dangerous because it was trickier, but she’d done it before. She dropped from rung to rung, making up time on Rhys. He was almost at the bottom.
“Gotta touch the wall,” she called out.
He dropped the last few feet and sprinted to the wall.
She let go. It was about eight feet and her knees complained, but she didn’t listen and leapt after him. He slapped the far wall a mere second before she did.
They both stood there panting, hands on hips, grinning with the adrenaline rush of the race.
“Damn,” Rhys said. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”
Cat snorted. “Well, be prepared for some more.”
“More?”
Cat’s grin widened. “Now that you’re familiar with the Beast, it’s time to do it again.”
Rhys pulled off his wet t-shirt. “Are you sure you want to go up against me again?”
Cat swallowed and pulled her eyes away from Rhys’s sculpted chest. Keep it professional.
“Anytime, Lucky,” she said. “But that’s not the objective this time around.”
He frowned, but she turned away and led him back to the start line. This way, she didn’t have to see the water drip down the muscles of his chest—muscles that begged for her hands to caress them.
“This time we work as a team,” she said. Behind the start line against the wall was a mini fridge. She bent and snagged two water bottles from it.
“A team?”
She turned and his gaze snapped up to hers from where it had been…eyeing her ass? He’d said that night how much he loved it.
Professional, Cat!
She nodded and tossed him a water bottle. “We do it together, carrying that.” She pointed behind her to a weighted stretcher lying against the wall. Six feet long, it only weighed a hundred pounds, not the actual weight of a person if someone had been strapped to it, but it served its purpose in the Beast.
He twisted the lid off the bottle and gulped down some water. She did the same. He was watching her again when she looked up.
“What?” she said, arching an eyebrow. Did he not think she could handle her end?
He shook his head a little without breaking eye contact. “It’s just…I never knew you were so tough.”
She opened her mouth to defend herself and he held up his hands. “Wait. I mean I knew you were in special operations. Hell, you saved our asses that time in Afghanistan, but still… You almost beat me.”
“If you weren’t such a fish, I would have.”
“We’ve all got our strengths.” He crossed his arms, his biceps flexing. Cat took a step back, away from temptation, and toward the stretcher hanging on the wall.
“What’s yours?” he asked.
She heaved the stretcher off the wall and carried it over to him. “What?”
“What’s your strength? It’s the question you asked me before. What’s your specialty? What do you bring to the team?”
“You can’t guess?” She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. “I’m a demolitions expert. I like to blow shit up.”
C HAPTER 7
They did the Beast three more times carrying the stretcher. With each run-through, Rhys’s admiration of the woman working beside him grew. She never gave up, pushed them both hard, and asked just as much of herself as she did of him—if not more. He could see why her other team members respected her.
They both carried the stretcher back to the wall, breathing hard.
“Is it the water you don’t like?” he asked. “Or the tunnel?”
She blew out a breath and shook her head. “Both. Was it that obvious?”
“Not really,” he said. And it hadn’t been, but those first couple of runs he’d been watching her closely to see if she could keep up with him. Now he knew she could, but he’d seen a hesitation in her
Showoff.
She reached the top bar and pulled herself up with both hands and swung her legs over. She didn’t use her legs on the way down, hoping to gain some time. It was a bit dangerous because it was trickier, but she’d done it before. She dropped from rung to rung, making up time on Rhys. He was almost at the bottom.
“Gotta touch the wall,” she called out.
He dropped the last few feet and sprinted to the wall.
She let go. It was about eight feet and her knees complained, but she didn’t listen and leapt after him. He slapped the far wall a mere second before she did.
They both stood there panting, hands on hips, grinning with the adrenaline rush of the race.
“Damn,” Rhys said. “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”
Cat snorted. “Well, be prepared for some more.”
“More?”
Cat’s grin widened. “Now that you’re familiar with the Beast, it’s time to do it again.”
Rhys pulled off his wet t-shirt. “Are you sure you want to go up against me again?”
Cat swallowed and pulled her eyes away from Rhys’s sculpted chest. Keep it professional.
“Anytime, Lucky,” she said. “But that’s not the objective this time around.”
He frowned, but she turned away and led him back to the start line. This way, she didn’t have to see the water drip down the muscles of his chest—muscles that begged for her hands to caress them.
“This time we work as a team,” she said. Behind the start line against the wall was a mini fridge. She bent and snagged two water bottles from it.
“A team?”
She turned and his gaze snapped up to hers from where it had been…eyeing her ass? He’d said that night how much he loved it.
Professional, Cat!
She nodded and tossed him a water bottle. “We do it together, carrying that.” She pointed behind her to a weighted stretcher lying against the wall. Six feet long, it only weighed a hundred pounds, not the actual weight of a person if someone had been strapped to it, but it served its purpose in the Beast.
He twisted the lid off the bottle and gulped down some water. She did the same. He was watching her again when she looked up.
“What?” she said, arching an eyebrow. Did he not think she could handle her end?
He shook his head a little without breaking eye contact. “It’s just…I never knew you were so tough.”
She opened her mouth to defend herself and he held up his hands. “Wait. I mean I knew you were in special operations. Hell, you saved our asses that time in Afghanistan, but still… You almost beat me.”
“If you weren’t such a fish, I would have.”
“We’ve all got our strengths.” He crossed his arms, his biceps flexing. Cat took a step back, away from temptation, and toward the stretcher hanging on the wall.
“What’s yours?” he asked.
She heaved the stretcher off the wall and carried it over to him. “What?”
“What’s your strength? It’s the question you asked me before. What’s your specialty? What do you bring to the team?”
“You can’t guess?” She couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. “I’m a demolitions expert. I like to blow shit up.”
C HAPTER 7
They did the Beast three more times carrying the stretcher. With each run-through, Rhys’s admiration of the woman working beside him grew. She never gave up, pushed them both hard, and asked just as much of herself as she did of him—if not more. He could see why her other team members respected her.
They both carried the stretcher back to the wall, breathing hard.
“Is it the water you don’t like?” he asked. “Or the tunnel?”
She blew out a breath and shook her head. “Both. Was it that obvious?”
“Not really,” he said. And it hadn’t been, but those first couple of runs he’d been watching her closely to see if she could keep up with him. Now he knew she could, but he’d seen a hesitation in her
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