Like during the zombie apocalypse?
Oh man. She was paranoid, wasnt she?
I didnt expect him to be so hot, Kim said, punctuating the statement with the snap of her compact closing. I didnt see a ring.
Maybe he doesnt like to wear it when hes engaging in self-defense activities. Charlie grimaced at her lame response. Kim was clearly trying to be friendly, seeking to engage Charlie with a topic they might both find intriguing. And her response was to cut her off at the knees?
Maybe. Kims smile faded. Probably. A guy that good-looking is either married by this age or gay.
Or commitment-phobic, Charlie added.
Honey, that can sometimes be a feature, not a bug. Kim finger-combed her honey-blond hair and smiled. You ready?
Sure. Charlie walked with Kim out of the locker room into the gymnasium, where about half the number of their Monday classmates were already waiting. Today, the gymnasium floor was covered nearly wall-to-wall with padded floor mats. Apparently they were going to do more than just take notes today.
Thank goodness.
Mike Strong stood against the front wall, flipping through papers secured on a clipboard, his brow furrowed with concentration. The light slanting in from the east-facing windows bathed him in golden warmth.
Beside Charlie, Kim released a gusty sigh. Lord have mercy.
Mike put the clipboard on the floor beside him and looked up at the students gathering in front of him. His gaze settled on Charlie for a moment, and he smiled at her. To her surprise, her stomach turned an unexpected flip.
Oh, wow, Kim murmured. Probably not gay, then.
This is crazy, Charlie muttered, as much to herself as to Kim.
Mike checked his watch, the movement flexing his biceps and sending her stomach on another tumble. Its time to get started. Everybody remember the stretches?
Charlies heart was beating far more quickly than her exertion level warranted. She forced herself to keep her gaze averted from Mike Strongs lean body and focused instead on maximizing the flex of her muscles.
But when she looked up again, Mike was walking slowly through the small clump of students, observing their efforts. He stopped in front of her and crouched, his voice lowering to a rumble. Youve done this before.
High school gym, she answered, trying not to meet his gaze.
Not college?
Her gaze flicked up despite her intentions. College, too. Core requirement.
His lips curved. So I hear.
You didnt have phys ed classes in college?
I went straight from high school to Parris Island, he said with a smile. Lots and lots of phys ed, you could say.
She dropped her gaze again, but it was too late. Now she was picturing him in fatigues, out in the hot South Carolina sun, sweat gleaming on his sculpted muscles and darkening the front of his olive drab T-shirt...
When she risked another peek, hed moved on, walking from student to student, offering suggestions to improve their stretches. She let go of her breath, realizing her exhalation sounded suspiciously like the gusty sigh Kim had released earlier as they entered the gym.
All right, Mike said a few minutes later, Im going to pair you up and were going to talk about some of the basic escape moves. This really shouldnt be the first thing we do, but I can tell by the low attendance today that maybe you want a little less talk and a lot more action.
A few laughs greeted Mikes words, along with a few murmurs of agreement. Then everybody fell silent, watching with interest as Mike paired them up.
He left Charlie for last. There was nobody left to pair up with, she realized with a flutter of dismay. It was fifth-grade kickball all over again.
Youre with me, Mike said bluntly, nodding toward the front of the pack. She followed him with reluctance, revising her earlier thought. It wasnt kickball. It was Public Speaking 101, and it was Charlies turn at the front of the class.
Heat flooded her cheeks, no doubt turning her pale skin bright red. Her hands trembled so hard she shoved them in the pockets of her sweatpants and tried not to meet the gaze of anyone else in the gym.
If youve read any books or watched any movies or TV shows, youve probably heard of the vulnerable spots on an assailant and some of the ways to target them. Knee to the groin. Foot to the instep or the knee. Fingers to the eyes or heel of the hand to the cartilage of the nose. There were soft groans at the images those words invoked. Those are all vulnerable targets on an attacker, true. But how easy is it for a small person to do damage to a larger person, even targeting those areas? Thats what were going to experiment with today.
Charlie realized hed paired people up by size, small with large. At the moment, most of the larger people in the pairings were looking around with alarm.
Mike nodded toward the side of the room, where a man stood in the doorway next to what looked like a large laundry bin. This is Eric Brannon. Hes a doctor. I thought yall might want him to stick around for this.
Eric grinned. Charlies classmates didnt.
Hes also got some equipment to hand out.
Eric reached into the bin and pulled out something that looked like a cross between a life jacket and a catchers chest guard. He handed it to the man standing closest to him and continued through the other students, passing out padding to the larger of each pair.
Eric stopped before giving anything to Mike. Charlie looked up at the instructor, one eyebrow arched.
Mike grinned back at her, then turned to the class. Were going to start with the first thing you need to know how to deal withsomeone grabbing you.
Without warning, he reached out and wrapped his arm around Charlies shoulders, pulling her back hard against his chest.
She gasped, caught entirely flat-footed, and began struggling on instinct. His grip tightened and he lifted her off her feet.
Her vision seemed to darken around the edges, sight becoming a single pinpoint of light as anger fought with panic.
Damn it, Charlie. Do something!
She was back in a darkened alley outside the Headhunter Bar. The world was tilted and spinning, like she was stuck on a merry-go-round twirling at an impossible rate of speed. She couldnt breathe. Couldnt think.
She kicked her heel backward, hitting his shin with a glancing blow that didnt even elicit a grunt. His grip tightened. Clawing at his rock-hard arms with her fingers had no effect at all. She stamped her heel down on his foot, but his boots were hard and her foot glanced off, which was probably the only thing that saved her from a broken foot of her own.
Im sorry, Charlie, but I have to do the rest of this by myself. Alices whispered words rang in her ears, clarity in a world of insanity.
She stopped struggling, and the grip on her shoulders loosened. The world seeped back in brilliant light and color, and panic won over anger. She dropped her whole weight downward, slipping from his grip, and rolled as hard as she could into his knee. The move sent Mike sprawling to the mat, and Charlie scrambled to her feet and ran for the door, her whole body rattling with the need to escape at all costs.
Eric Brannon caught her arm, pulling her to a jerky halt. She was about to fight when she realized he was smiling at her.
She made herself stop running. It was just a class. Just a game, really.
She made herself stop running. It was just a class. Just a game, really.
No dark alley. No woozy world. No whispers in her ear.
Nice job, Eric murmured, his blue eyes bright with amusement.
She looked at Mike, who was back on his feet. Unlike Eric, he wasnt smiling. Instead, he was watching her with a knowing wariness that made her stomach twist. After a moment, however, his expression cleared and he motioned her over. That was actually a pretty good example of one of the things were going to talk about today, he said as she walked with reluctance to his side. What Charlie did was to use deception to change her circumstances. The more she struggled, the tighter I held her. When she seemed to give up, to stop struggling, I loosened my grip. Its a natural responseassailants can tire of the struggle as well, even if theyre considerably stronger and larger than their targets.
Charlie slanted him a skeptical look. He didnt look as if hed tired at all. She was pretty sure he could have held her in check a whole lot longer than he had.
He met her gaze, his smile seemingly warm. But he was smiling only with his mouth. His green eyes were narrowed and still wary.
The other thing she did is what Id like to address today, he added. As soon as she was in the position to do so, Charlie bowled me over. She used her full weight to catch me off balance and send me to the ground. And yet I outweigh her by at least eighty pounds. Probably more. Which goes to show, even if your assailant is larger than you, you have more leverage than you think.
Charlie wrapped her arms around her, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She edged back toward the wall as Mike Strong walked the rest of the students through an attackers vulnerable points and how to strike back at those areas more effectively.
Put your weight into everything you do. If you can hurt them, youre that much closer to knocking them down and getting away. Now, I want the bigger partners to suit up and play the part of the attacker. Smaller partners, go after the pressure points. For now, avoid the nose and face. What I want you to practice is putting your full weight into everything you do. Turn your body into a weapon.
The rest of the group got started. There was a lot of noise, most of it self-conscious laughter. Charlie watched the others for a moment, until she felt Mikes gaze on her.
She looked at him. He was studying her as if she were some scientific experiment on display. Her cheeks, which had finally started to cool off, went hot again.
She half expected him to ask her what the hell had happened when he grabbed her. Surely hed seen that her panic had been real.
But when he spoke, he asked, Have you had any self-defense training before?
I was a skinny freckled redhead in public school, she answered, going for levity. I had twelve years of self-defense training.
He smiled faintly. Formal training?
Ive read a lot. Watched a lot of videos on the net.
So youve done the mental work. Just not the physical.
Something like that.
I have an intermediate class that meets Tuesday and Thursday afternoons at four. Do you think you could make that class?
He thought she should go into an intermediate class? Why? She hadnt exactly covered herself in glory so far.
I have a flexible work schedule, she said finally, wondering just what an intermediate self-defense class would entail. But Im really just a beginner, she added quickly. I just got lucky earlier.
That wasnt luck. That was your instincts kicking in. Youve internalized the lessons in your head. Now your body needs to learn how to do the things your brain has already processed. But theres no need for you to start from the beginning when youd be learning a lot more in an advanced class.
Charlie narrowed her eyes, not sure she trusted Mike Strongs motives for wanting to move her out of the beginner class. Shed seen the wariness in his eyes earlier. And even now, there was a hint of tension in his jaw when he spoke, as if he was trying to hide his real thoughts.
You think I could keep up? she asked.
I think so. If you feel differently after a class or two, you can always come back to this class.
And is self-defense the only thing you learn in the intermediate class? she asked before she thought the question through.
His brow creased. What else would you be looking to learn?
She cleared her throat. I just meanttheres more to protecting yourself than just being able to get out of physical situations, isnt there?
Mike looked at her for a long moment, then jerked his attention away, his gaze shifting across the gymnasium, as if hed just remembered that he was supposed to be supervising the class. Darryl, the padding doesnt mean you can be a brute. This is our first time out. Try not to break Melanies neck, how about it?
Charlie watched the rest of the class giggle and grunt their way through the exercises while Mike went through the group, offering suggestions and gentle correction. Right about now, shed give anything to be one of them, one of the group instead of standing here like a flagpole in the middle of the desert, visible from every direction.
Mike finally wandered back to where she stood. The intermediate class is mainly about physical self-defense, he finally answered in response to her earlier question. But if you have any specific questions about how to protect yourself, you can always ask.
If I do, I will, she said, not sure she meant it. He was giving off all the vibes of a man who was suspicious of her motives, and considering her little freak-out a few minutes ago, she couldnt really blame him.
The last thing she needed to do was pique his curiosity.
So, Ill see you tomorrow afternoon in the intermediate course? Mike glanced at her, his expression suggesting he wasnt sure shed say yes.
But he wanted her to say yes, she realized.
The question was, why?
Yes, she said finally. Ill be there.
Can you stick around for the rest of the class?
The twinkle in his eyes gave her pause, but she made herself smile. Should I say no?
He laughed. There are still a few moves I need to show the class. And since youre here...
I get to be the damsel in distress?
He shook his head slowly. The one thing Im pretty sure youve never been, Charlie, is the damsel in distress.
* * *
SO, WHAT DO you think?
Mike turned his head away from the window, dragging his gaze from Charlies little blue Toyota. She hadnt emerged from the gymnasium yet; when hed left, shed been talking to a couple of the other students.
He met Maddox Hellers gaze. I dont know. Shes hard to read.
In what way?
He thought about her reaction to being called to the front of the class that morning. She can be shy. And then turn around and be assertive. But there was something that happened todayIm not sure how to describe it.
Give it a shot.
I was demonstrating how quickly an assailant could strike. Partly as an example, but also because I wanted to know how shed react. I expected her to fight.
And she didnt?
No, she fought. But there was something about the way she did it. It was as if she was somewhere else. Seeing something else.