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“Yes.”
She closed her eyes.“You’reK. Grizzle.”
Of course.
K. Grizzle was short for King Grizzle, a character from one of theTrollsmovies. The number of times they’d watched the films, until Josiah had asked to hypnotize Theo out of liking them, it should have clicked right away. Only Joel could be cute and nerve-wracking at the same time.
“Do you know who you’re fighting?”
His hand slipped from hers. “Yep. I’ll see you in a minute. Love you.”
“Love you…too,” she whispered.
Mike draped an arm around her shoulders. “I spy, with my little eye, someone nervous.”
Amusement and worry blended together, resulting in the thick, puffy laugh that left her throat.
“Eesh, even though Joel might be more on the jokester, sarcastic side, he’s a hell of a good fighter.”
“I…” She squeezed the space between her brows, bunching the skin into one giant knot. “Okay.”
“You’ve seen him fight a little.”
“Still puts me on edge.”
She’d lost too many people she loved. An instant was sometimes all it took. With love came fear. Josiah and Theo were safe at home. Yet, she constantly worried about losing them and had already come close too many times.
Adrían, shirtless and wet from his hair to his waistband, stepped inside the cage and went to one corner, hopping on the balls of his feet and shaking out his arms. His stats were announced in English, Swedish, andwhat sounded like Portuguese.
Next, Joel entered the cage, and goosebumps covered her skin when she heard cheers and whistles, and they weren’t only coming from their group.
Had it not been so dark, she would have scoped out the room to see how many of his fans looked thirsty enough to where she believed they might approach him. Everything was hers, from the tiny flecks of gold in his cerulean irises to the half-moon lunula on his pinky nail.
“Hold up.” Xara held up a finger. “That’s fuck-buddy up there with Joel.”
“It sure is fuck-buddy,” Mo goaded. “Eesh, isn’t that fuck-buddy?”
Now, she understood what she put Josiah through.
“There, there.” Gage, intentionally awkwardly, patted the top of her head. “Come on, now. Don’t embarrass the ankle-biter. There, there, little ankle-biter.”
“I’ll turn into a hand biter,” she warned.
The air in the warehouse space changed. Adrían looked at Joel like he’d been awaiting this moment for ages, and a look crossed Joel’s face she’d only ever seen once before—in front of Theo’s school. It was like the night Adrían spent at their place never happened.
“By the way, Eesh, Adrían was never Queirós,” Mike informed her. “His real name’s Adrían Delgano.”
She’d figured as much.
Joel and Adrían’s fight started like the others, both men in planetary orbit. Their jabs and kicks began quicker than the previous matches, with Adrían extending his long, muscular leg toward Joel’s midsection and Joel slapping it out of the way.
“Still underestimating your husband?” Mike asked.
She attempted to chew a hole through her cheek. “We’re not married yet.”
“Ayesha, you’re wearing a different ring, and inside the ring says ‘To the love of my life, my wife.’”
“I didn’t know he had it inscribed.”
