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Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks within, awakens ~ Carl Jung Diana Moore hesitated outside the kickboxing studio, her attention caught by a poster of the sleek body of a young male kickboxer, his leg straight up in a martial arts kick. Although every muscle was warrior defined, it was the expression on his face that fixed her attention. He was gazing into the distance, a half smile touching his lips, a look of transcendent pleasure that didn't make her think of the martial arts... "Perv," she muttered to herself. She had better things to do than stand here lusting over a beautiful man who was probably too airbrushed to be true. She adjusted her grip on her attaché case and almost walked into another young man, this one short and covered with black-and-red tattoos. "You here for class?" he demanded. "Come back in an hour." His street accent made the word 'hour' a match for 'sour'. Di gulped and stopped herself from taking a step back. The stranger had an aggressive energy that she could feel like a force field. "No," she said. "I'm strictly a yoga person." The man stared at her, unblinking, and Di felt as if she'd told a proud Doberman owner that she was the golden retriever type. "We don't do yoga here," he said, crossing his arms. "No, I know that..." She was flustered and it was stupid. But the studio so wasn't her thing. "I'm the landlady of this strip mall. I'm here with some paperwork for the owner." "Huh." He didn't look impressed. "Nath, behave!" a mellow voice interrupted. There was a thread of laughter in it that stroked down Di's spine. "Hello, landlady. I've been waiting to meet you." A tanned hand was held out and when she automatically took it, callouses brushed her palm. The grip was strong, confident, and didn't crush her fingers; this was a man with no need to prove anything. "Uh..." He was also the man from the poster. Except he was stripped down to black shorts and his dark hair was sweaty against his forehead. He regarded her with almond-shaped, amber-brown eyes, hinting at a slight Asian heritage while his unshaven jaw and shaggy brown hair were sexy mongrel. "I'm Diana Moore," she said.