Finding Our Way (Werewolf Wars)
those if you want,” he offered.
    “I think I’m all right. I’ll add some kicks into the mix too.” Nora returned to her fighting stance. After a moment, she threw another punch, then another. She stopped every few minutes to shake out her hands, but continued. Each set; she got better—hitting harder, faster, and more accurately.
    “How am I doing?” Nora asked.
    “I think you’re ready to move onto the next step.”
    “What’s that?” Nora asked, her brows furrowing in question.
    “Holds.”
    “Like someone grabbing me?” she clarified.
    “Exactly. You’ll have an advantage here. Juarez’s men don’t think of women as strong. They are merrily mothers and breeders. They’ll underestimate you—especially because you’re human. Use this as an opportunity to take them down quickly and efficiently. Turn around,” he said, motioning for her to spin.
    Nora did as he asked. Daniel took a step forward, slipping his arms around her slender, toned waist. He drew her back until she was pressed firmly against him. The sweet scent of strawberries and something else he couldn’t quite identify invaded his senses. Her breathing seemed to quicken, and he wondered if she was affected by his closeness as much as he was.
    “Do you remember the seven vulnerable areas we talked about?” he asked, trying to stay on point. “Which one do you think you should strike at in this hold?”
    “Top of the foot,” she whispered, breathlessly.
    “Good. Tap the top of my foot.” He waited for her to comply, and then released his grip, immediately missing the contact. “Now, that will hurt me, but it won’t hurt enough to keep me from coming back after you,” he explained. “Spin around. Use the palm of your hand and drive it up into the nose. Then,” he grimaced, thinking of the next step. Usually he kicked the shins, but for her... “Kick the groin.”
    They went through the motions several more times, until Daniel was sure she had the momentum down. Each time he held her and pulled her close, it became harder and harder to focus on their training. Her firm, supple body fit against his perfectly. There were so many things he wanted to do to her—with her that didn’t involve training.
    “All right everyone. I think we did good tonight. Remember, tomorrow night is Sarah’s birthday. We’re going to get started about an hour later so everyone has time to eat and enjoy cake,” Gene called out.
    The barn quickly cleared out. Nora stepped back from him and bent down to retrieve her water. “Thanks for helping me out tonight.”
    “No problem. We could partner up tomorrow night. If you wanted?”
    Nora grinned. “Yeah. I’d like that.” She wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm. “Are you doing something tomorrow?” she asked quickly.
    “I am helping with the new building in the morning, and it’s grocery day. I usually go to the store with my mom.”
    “Do they have a pharmacy there?” Nora asked shifting on her feet.
    “Yes.”
    “Would it be all right if I tagged along? I only have a few days left of my meds and I would feel more comfortable if I were the one to pick them up.” Her eyes drifted to the dirt floor and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
    “Sure.” He hadn’t gotten to spend much time with her the past few weeks, because of his duties. If she accompanied them to the store and bakery, he could get some time alone with her—well, semi-alone.
    “Great! I’ll see you then,” she sighed, letting out a rush of air. She waved and then trotted toward April, who was waiting for her at the barn door. The two linked arms and giggled about something as they exited the building.
    “She doesn’t seem like your type,” Devon said, approaching him. Lark followed behind him, her eyes shifted from Devon to Daniel, then back to her lover.
    “If you don’t like me teaching her, just say it,” Daniel ground out. He gritted his teeth, instantly regretting his words.

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