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"Good. And you?"

He gives a nod. "I heard about the newStar Warsfilm, congratulations."

"Thank you, I..." God, he is so cute. "Can—" I glance at Synthia, and she raises her brows in awhat the hell is wrong with youexpression.

I sigh and approach the ropes, crouching down so that I'm at the same height as Julian. "I'm sorry," I say quietly.

He gives me a half smile, just enough to bring out one dimple. "For what?"

I purse my lips. "I've been an asshole."

"Have you?" His smile grows to reveal the second dimple.

"I should have called you back."

He gives a shrug. "It's considered polite.” Julian steps closer. "Treating a man like that can confuse him."

"Isn't that usually the girl’s line?" I look down at my gloves. I'm still holding my saliva-covered mouth guard.Awesome.

“I don’t know. But, I like you Angela. And..." he brings his gaze up to meet mine. "I thought you liked me too. I mean…in Shanghai..."

We had like the best sex ever.

"I did. I do. I think…would you believe that I got scared?"

Synthia clears her throat. "I'm gonna grab a juice. You want anything?"

I look over my shoulder at her. "No, thanks."

She looks at Julian. "No, thank you," he says. Synthia nods and starts taking off her gloves, headed for the in-house juice bar.

"Can I make it up to you?" I ask Julian.

"You want to take me to dinner?"

"Yes, please."

He gives a small laugh. "When?"

"Tonight?"

"I've got plans," I frown and he grins. "But I'm free tomorrow."

"Okay." That shy,I like himsmile is tugging at my lips.

"Julian!" A guy calls from one of the other rings. I glance up at the big, muscled man, wearing gloves, and leaning on the ropes. "Come on!" he shouts.

Julian winks at me. "Trainers," he sighs dramatically. “See you tomorrow.” He turns and jogs over to the other ring. I stand and grab my water, watching as Julian climbs under the ropes and pulls on gloves and headgear before slipping in a mouth guard.

Julian glances over at me as his trainer taps his gloves, and I raise my water bottle to him. He grins around his mouth guard, then focuses on his sparring partner.

They circle each other, gloves up, Julian's leg muscles in sharp relief as he dances on his toes. "Damn," Synthia says from behind me.

"I know, right.”

"He's as gorgeous in person as in the movies."

"I know," I say again.