AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If you’ve got someone who weighs in at one ninety before the match, but normally weighs two fifteen, and he’s going against a guy who’s a healthy one seventy-five, you will have more injuries. Serious ones too. Not just the injuries that can come from a fair fight. It’s one of the reasons I was ready to be done when I retired.”
She smiled. “No chance you’d ever return?”
“No, my fighting days are over. I’m excited about what we can accomplish here.”
I shifted my weight, and Aiden noticed.
He did a quick double-take, and his countenance went as dark as a thundercloud. Head down, I walked back to my office and hoped it would be a very, very long interview.
The newscaster started speaking again, and I closed my office door.
“Well, shit,” I whispered.
I got to work because I had a feeling my door would burst open, and a very tall, very angry man would be behind it as soon as it did.
As I was staring at the computer screen and clicking through a few things, my phone buzzed.
Molly: Ooooooooooh, PAIGE TOLD ME ABOUT THE LINGERING EYE CONTACT. You owe me stories.
Molly: I need something to distract me from wedding stress. Why didn’t we just elope on a beach with our families??
Me: It’s not too late, Mol. You still can.
Molly: Don’t think I don’t notice how you deflect.
Me: See? Wedding isn’t getting you down. Still sharp as a tack.
The phone got tucked back into my bag, and when I heard someone knock on the door, I froze.
“Come in,” I said.
Gavin popped his head in. “Got a minute?”
“Of course. What’s up?”
He nodded at the clunky black wrist brace I was wearing. “How long until you can ditch that?”
“Another week probably. Thanks for covering for me this afternoon.”
“Sure.” He pulled his phone out. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to take any pictures or videos for our social media with that news crew showing up, so this is all I got.”
I flipped through a couple of shots, stopped to watch a quick video he’d snagged of Aiden demonstrating a few moves in the ring with one of our regulars. “These are great, Gav. Can you text them to me?”
“Sure.”
Gavin was only a couple of years younger than I was, one of our college students working toward a kinesiology degree. Once he had that piece of paper, and whatever else he decided to add to his education, he’d be far more qualified for this job than I was. But moments like this made me even more thankful Amy had taken a chance on me.
Now I just needed the big, angry guy out in the main area to figure out his issues so I didn’t have to worry about my place.
Or my heart.
Standing a few inches taller than my five-foot-ten, Gavin studied my forehead after sending the text. “You’re gonna have a badass scar.”
I smiled. “Totally my intention.”
It was at the moment I was smiling up at him that a very large body stepped into the doorway of my office.
“A minute of your time, Ward,” he all but growled.
