Liam was the one supervising my training today because Wilona had some business to attend to, and I was glad about it. Since he was a man, he was going to take things easy with me.

I was wrong.

I sent a kick to his face, and he blocked it with his arm, my leg coming in contact with his rock-hard body.

“Ow,” I groaned as I rubbed on my leg, “What is your body made of? Titanium?”

He let out a hearty laugh that made my insides flutter and probably every other girl in the room. He was a ...