Broken Soldier: OMYW Instalove Romance by Haley Travis

on the forms. There was only one man in his late thirties holding a cane, standing up and looking around. He was huge. Tall, with thick, broad shoulders and sharp features that belonged on a model. There was no way on earth that I could approach a man who was that gorgeous. Except that I had to. As I came closer, I noticed a tiny scar on his forehead that somehow made him look even sexier. “Mr. Little?” I approached him slowly, trying to appear calm. “Hi, I’m Molly.” As I held out my hand politely, I couldn’t understand the way he was staring at me so intensely. “James.” His voice was deep and slightly raspy, which I found unusually sexy. I saw Linda walking from the back room to the front, giving me a pointed glare. She definitely did look irritated, and I really had to impress her immediately. Leaning closer to James, I said in a low voice, “I’m sorry, but I’m really going to need your help today.” He looked absolutely surprised, Then a slow, warm smile spread across his handsome face. “Anything you like, Molly. How can I help?” I led him to the far corner of the room where there was a bit more privacy. We settled on the mat, and I guided him through the first round of warm-up stretches. It was a bit awkward to be basically sitting between his legs as they were spread out in a wide V so that he could lean forward and to each side so that I could check his range of motion. He seemed to be used to it, or at least, didn’t seem to mind. I guess if a man was being poked and prod