Spitfire
Chapter One
Shana let out a low whistle when she walked into the gym. Nice. As a
self-proclaimed gym rat she appreciated the well-appointed facility.
Thick mats formed a square in the middle of the room, and floor to ceiling
mirrors made up two of the four walls. Weight equipment and toning machines were
lined up in shining rows around the perimeter of the room like a silent
audience. There were some pretty pricey pieces of machinery here. If this was
what employees got to use on a regular basis, she definitely wanted in. As if
eating and keeping a roof over her head weren't reasons enough.
Shana jogged around the room a little bit to warm up her muscles. She didn't
know what sparring with Mr. Horton would entail, but it only made sense to be
prepared. Her legs were a little sore from her activities with two thugs in the
alley, and her shoulder ached a bit from the unaccustomed kick of the revolver.
The gym door slammed open as she was stretching out her hamstring muscles. A
bull necked man came rolling in, not even attempting to hide his amusement.
"You Shana Quinn?" he asked, holding a f ... read full excerpt from Spitfire ebook
