His lips twitched. She was nervous. Because the kiss had been as good for her as it was for him?
He was just packing up when the door opened and footsteps sounded. He turned, thinking she’d come back in.
She hadn’t.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Zane growled.
Abe Koch, the reporter, stepped into the room, brow lifted. “That’s no way to greet a potential customer.”
“You’re not a customer, because you’re not welcome here. Get out.”
“Lucky for me, I’m not here to work out. I’m here for my story.”
“Bonnie’s not here for you to harass.”
“Actually, I’ve shelved that story for now. I found something better.”
A slow burn crawled up the back of Zane’s neck, like a warning under the skin. “What does that have to do with me?”
“Well, I found some pretty interesting information. About you and your cousin from Billings. There was a murder, right? Your prints were found on a gun at a party? Then there was that guy a few months later that you—”
Zane was across the gym in a second, grabbing Koch by the shoulders and shoving him against the wall. “You so much as print my name in your paper, you’ll regret it.”
The asshole laughed, and it made Zane’s hand twitch to hit the guy. “Go on, hit me. I’ll add it to the story.”
The door to the gym opened again, and seconds later, two men came around the wall. Noah and the town sheriff.
The fuck?
“What’s going on here?”
Zane wasn’t sure which man spoke—he only had eyes for the asshole reporter. It took five seconds to let him go. To step back. And he immediately regretted it because of that smug look on the asshole’s face.
The sheriff stepped closer. “I’m Sheriff Hayes and I’m going to ask again—what’s going on here?”
Koch lifted a brow, leaving space for Zane to answer.
“Nothing.” The single word growled from Zane’s lips.
“Well, I’ll take that as ‘no comment.’” The reporter smiled. “Have a good evening, gentlemen.”
Zane’s stomach curled as he watched the guy leave, wanting to follow him. Threaten the fucker until he agreed to drop the story.
“Hey.”
Zane dragged his gaze to Bonnie’s brother.
Noah frowned. “Everything okay?”
Not even close. If the reporter had found out what had happened in Billings, if he printed it for the town to read, everyone would know about his past…about what he’d done.
CHAPTER 7
Bonnie turned the passenger van right, her heart giving a little kick when The Pit came into view. Zane was about to hold a class for the women in the bus.
It would require talking to him. And watching him. Standing close enough to breathe in his earthy masculine scent.
It would be fine. So they’d kissed then barely communicated for almost a week. It didn’t mean this had to be awkward. They were adults and adults kissed sometimes.
