Page 1 of Jealous Stalker

CHAPTER 1

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S.t.a.l.k.e.r

The first timeI saw her, I forgot how to breathe.

She walked into the gym and the whole damn placefroze. Guys stopped mid-rep. The music might as well have cut out. Equipment clanged and stilled as a wave of awareness washed through the sweaty space.

And me?

I stood there like a statue, hand halfway raised to the punching bag, my knuckles dripping sweat, heart pounding in my ears.

And you know the absolutely insane thing?

She wasn’t even trying.

Loose T-shirt. Loose yoga pants. Not a scrap of skin in sight, unless you count her angelic face and the inch of skin between her ankle and pants.

Her face was a pure work of art but it was that sliver…that little peek of skin right about her anklebone that made my mouth go dry.

She was more covered up than 99% of the people in the gym. And yet I wanted to tear the place apart.

Every guy in that room looked at her like theycould. Like she was up for grabs when she wasn’t.

When she wasMINE.

She didn’t see me. Not yet. But I saw her.Allof her.

She had this innocent glow, like she didn’t even know she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk into that place. Or anywhere.

That smile?

Sweet and bright and unguarded, like she’d never been hurt before—or worse, that she forgave whoever was evil enough to wish her har.

I made a silent promise right then and there to make it so she never had to experience either. Forever.

Good God, I was lost.

Under her spell.

Hers.

It was that simple.

The punching bag swung around and slammed into my shoulder. I barely noticed. My eyes were on her. My body was already moving in her direction before my brain caught up.

One of the female trainers was giving her the tour. That chick couldn’t stop grinning either, trying too hard to make her laugh. I got it. That laugh was...pure sunlight. Every time it escapedher lips, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Or injected a narcotic straight into my veins.

And Ilikedit.

I dragged myself through the rest of my workout like a man half-possessed, eyes tracking her every move between treadmills and over bench presses.

My arms were jelly, my legs like lead. Didn’t matter. I worked harder, longer.

Because my priorities had changed.

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