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use the back of your head or jam your heel down against the top of his foot.” He moved her arm for her, showing her the motion. His build made her feel delicate, as if he could snap her like a dry twig. Until now she'd never been aware of how vulnerable she was to a man's strength.
    “What about the groin? Shouldn't I try to knee him in the groin at some point?”
    “If you can get a shot in, go ahead, but that's the first place men automatically block. Do whatever you can to disable him long enough to get away.” He went through the moves again, coming at her from the front, the side and from behind, showing her how to direct the various blows, making her repeat them over and over. At first she was acutely aware of his muscles pressing against her, but soon she started trusting him not to hurt her, and to defend himself against anything she might manage to dish out. The next hour went by in a blur as he showed her how to break holds, how to use her legs, which were much stronger than her upper body, and more about the vulnerable points of the human frame than she'd ever wanted to know.
    “This is a strike point only to be used as a last resort, because it can kill someone,” he told her, placing her fingers at the outside corner of his eye. “The edge of the temporal bone is here. It's thin, especially at the temple. Jab here hard enough and you can cause internal hemorrhaging. Even with light pressure it can make someone toss their cookies.”
    She widened her stare. “Right there?”
    “Yup.”
    He made her grapple with him and to get loose she had to use so much force that it was just shy of hurting her. By the time they were done the bruises on her leg were killing her, she had damp spots between her breasts and under her arms, but he was barely breathing hard. She stumbled back from him, wiping her sleeve across her face.
    “Had enough?” He stood there before her, all hard muscle and sex appeal.
    “How much more is there?” She'd been certain they'd covered everything except how to rip out someone's kidney with your bare hand.
    He tweaked her nose. “I've still got a few tricks to share. But if you're feeling more secure about defending yourself, that's all that matters.”
    “I am, thanks. But remind me never to jump you in a dark alley.”
    His eyes lit up. “You can jump me any time you want, darlin'.”
    She'd walked right into that one. “I'm sure.” Taking charge before her nerves started to show, she limped into the kitchen to pour them each a glass of iced tea.
    “Your leg okay?” he asked, as if he'd only now remembered her injuries.
    “I'll put some ice on it in a bit.” She replaced the pitcher in the fridge, glanced over her shoulder. “I made a lasagna, if you're hungry.” Plus she'd made cookies, and a cake, and a batch of homemade soup. That's what happened when she was holed up inside by herself all day. To keep from being bored out of her skull she cooked everything in sight, and wound up with enough food for five people.
    “I'd love some.” He seated himself on a stool at the island as she removed a casserole dish from the oven and set a generous portion in front of him. He took a mouthful, murmured his enjoyment and dug in. “You gonna be okay here by yourself?”
    She climbed onto the neighboring stool. “Between what you've shown me tonight and my lucky bat, no one in their right mind would come after me.” She hoped.
    “I know that note scared the hell out of you, Christa. You're welcome to stay with me for a while if you want. Or I can stay here until we get to the bottom of this.”
    Her heart tripped at his consideration, at the prospect of staying at his place. “I appreciate the offer. But don't you think he'll back off now since I've gone to the police? The officer who came earlier said I should call 911 if he bothers me again, and then maybe I could get a no contact order.”
    “You mean assuming they can verify his name really is Seth something-or-other,