Alex sucked in a harsh breath. “Certainly not that,” she snapped.
“You don’t know my brother’s persuasive ability, not to mention his—” I paused to scratch my chin. “his infatuation with you.”
“And you do not know my moral and ethical resolve,” she countered.
I flashed her a grin. “There you go using them big words. My feeble little mind can’t keep up.”
“Maybe you’re the one who should be studying, rather than Bishop.”
“Anytime you want to teach me, I’m ready to learn.”
She glared at me for a moment before crossing her arms in a huff. Damn, she was so sexy when she got riled. A fiery little hellcat in a prim and prissy exterior. Turning my attention from her, I waved the workbook at Bishop. “So what’s all this about?”
He gave me a sheepish look. “I wanted to finish high school, that’s all.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Have you taken a few too many hits to the head?”
“No, asshole, I haven’t.”
“Since when do you give two shits about whether you finished school or not? You didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass when you dropped out seven years ago.”
Bishop snatched the workbook from me. “Maybe I realized that I’m not going to be able to keep boxing forever. Besides doing club errands or working at the gym, I don’t have shit for options. If I wanted to go to mechanic school, I’d need a GED.”
“Mechanics? You don’t need school for that. We can find you a hook-up to learn hands-on. Truman can always make you a license.”
With his blue eyes flashing, Bishop replied, “I want something legitimately my own for once—not something the club had its hand in.”
I shook my head slowly from side to side. Was my little brother actually growing a conscience? “Is this Rev’s influence?”
Bishop rolled his eyes. “Can’t I have a thought of my own without being influenced by my good or bad brother?”
“Yeah, you can. It’s just…I guess I’m speechless.”
“That’s a fucking first,” Bishop grumbled.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I eyed Bishop. “Look man, I don’t mean to rack your balls about this. What you’re doing is a good thing for you. I could never fault you for doing that.”
“You’re serious?” he questioned, his blond brows rising in surprise.
“Course I am.”
A grin stretched across Bishop’s face. “Thanks, bro, I’m glad to hear that.”
I glanced from him to Alex. “My, my, you certainly are devoted to my family. First my daughter and now my brother. Who will you educate next?”
“Whom,” she replied.
“Huh?”
The corners of her lips teased as if she was holding back a smile. “You meanwhomwill I educate next.”
As Bishop chuckled, I replied, “Guess I’m the lucky one.”
“Maybe you can repay the favor for all the education by granting me a favor?”
I eyed her warily. “What do you want?”
“There really isn’t a proper place here for Willow’s ballet lessons.” She paused, nibbling on her bottom lip. I’d noticed she tended to do that when she was nervous. Usually she did it around me when she wasn’t giving me lip. “I was just wondering with you owning the gym?—”
