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while you practice. So will Grady and Aiden.” I made eye contact with everyone. “If you only want me or Kelly to help you, please just raise your hand at any point if you’re struggling, and we’ll be right over.”

I held up my wrist. “Unfortunately, I won’t be kicking anyone’s ass today because I got in a fight with a tree and lost, but trust me … we’ll be able to inflict some damage together, okay?”

The small ripple of laughter eased some of the excited tension.

Over the next hour, I found my new favorite part of my job. By the time we finished, there was yelling and cheering and more than one male trainer hitting the mat with a thud.

I laughed when Casey managed to push Gavin to his knee. “You guys are savage, I love it.”

Some of them stayed afterward to keep practicing, and it was then I noticed Anya sitting on the edge of the center boxing ring. She waved at me, toothless grin bringing a smile onto my face.

I walked over to her. “When did you get here?”

She kicked her legs back and forth. “About halfway through. My uncle Clark dropped me off. He said I should learn how to beat the boys up for when I get older.”

I laughed. “Well, we only use stuff like this if someone is trying to hurt us or one of our friends.”

Anya’s face pinched up thoughtfully. “Have you ever had to do that to someone?”

“Nope. And I’m very thankful for that.”

Her eyebrows were still lowered.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Are you … gentle?”

My head tilted. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Anya’s big blue eyes searched mine, and again, I got the feeling she was trying to figure out something that was much more serious than I could guess. “Do you sing lullabies even though you aren’t a good singer?”

I blew out a breath, glancing over my shoulder to see if Aiden was anywhere in earshot, which he wasn’t. “Not really,” I admitted.

Anya nodded, still deep in thought.

“Why do you ask?” I asked gently.

Oh, her eyes when she looked up at me, I had the strangest sensation that she was about to rip my heart from my chest, and when she spoke, I wasn’t wrong.

“You’re different than I thought you’d be.”

“What?” I whispered.

“My mommy told me she’d be sweet and gentle, and bake me cookies and sing me lullabies when I couldn’t sleep, but you’re different.”

My heart skipped erratically as she spoke, and I wasn’t sure which impulse was stronger—to cover my ears at what she said, or wrap her in my arms and let her know that love came in so many different forms.

At my back, Aiden approached without sound. But I felt him all the same.

“Anya,” he said quietly. “Why don’t you go play in my office.”

She smiled up at me, then hopped off the edge of the ring, scampering off to his office.

I covered my mouth, my eyelids falling shut.

“Isabel …” he started.

I turned, and his voice faded at whatever he meant to say next.

“I cannot even imagine how hard it must be to think about moving on,” I said quietly. “I’ve never …” I paused. “I’ve never been married or engaged. Never found someone who made me want any of that until now,” I admitted. His eyes blazed. I forced the words out, and each one felt like glass in my throat. “Losing that”—I pressed a hand over my heart—“it must have been hell on earth.”

His eyes darted away from mine, his jaw tight.

A group of girls said goodbye, and I waved. Aiden rubbed at the back of his neck, but when he lifted his head, I saw the truth buried in his guilty expression.

“And I’d never, ever expect you to leave the memory of your wife, and what she meant to you, behind. But I can’t compete with the wishes of a ghost, Aiden.” My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I won’t.”

“I didn’t … “ He paused, face bent in a grimace.

I rolled my lips between my teeth and begged him silently to give me something. Anything.

When he met my gaze again, his was untamed, unguarded.

“That’s what makes this so fucking hard for me,“ he whispered fiercely. My mouth went dry because if we were alone, he would’ve grabbed me to him. I could see it in his eyes. “When it comes to you, Isabel, there is no competition, and I don’t know how to make peace with that.”

Without another word, he turned and marched to his office.