“Aw, I’m sorry." He cocked his head to one side and pulled a baby face. “I had no idea that would happen.”
“I think you did.” Helen grinned up at him. A rebel fairy, all spunk and fire.
She flipped onto her feet.
And Seb slammed her back down. “Whoopsie,” he said, sweet as pie.
Doing a bad job of keeping a smile off her face, Helen propped herself onto her elbows. “That was sneaky.”
“Takes one to know one.” Seb raised his fists, guarding up for her counterattack even though Helen was still down. “Whatcha doing, Hobbs?”
He bounced on his toes around her, jab-crossing the air above her head, enjoying the sound of her laughter. “No fighty-fighty left?”
“Something tells me you’re not taking this fight very seriously, Sebastian Clarke.”
“What do you mean?” He skipped around her, striking the air next to her face, close enough to make her blink and flinch and giggle.
“This is all very amusing, Clarke, but your adoring fans are looking at you like you’re an idiot.”
“Eh?” Seb hadn’t been aware of anyone watching.Damn. He’d forgotten himself. He glanced over his shoulder to look at how many had gathered and—
A hard punch struck and he stumbled. How had she gotten to her feet so quick?
“Now, that really was a dirty trick!” he said.
But Helen kept on coming. He managed to block her second punch, then a third.
She kicked high. He dodged.
She jabbed, he ducked.
But the near-miss shock of her next strike—a low-body blow, mere centimeters from the sweet spot between his legs—knocked him off balance. Helen took advantage and followed through with another sweeping kick to his ankles.
Seb hit the mat.
But this time, he dragged Helen down with him.
“Oof,” she said, landing on his chest, her face close to his, her breath skimming his neck.
Her gaze dipped to his mouth.
And his heart beat even faster.
Chapter 17
HelenHobbs.
Straddling Sebastian Clarke.
On a crash mat.
In the middle of Weston-super-Mare.
Among the hum of generators and funky funfair music, his rock-solid body lay beneath hers, the contours of his chest at her fingertips, his abs tightening between her legs as he breathed …
Oh, no. This wouldn’t do! This wouldn’t do at all.
But…
