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teased.
“I’m sorry. You really don’t have to stay in because of me. I just need to be sure I’m at a hundred percent for tomorrow night,” she explained, hopping up to gather the plates and put them on the cart.
“It’s okay. I was only joking,” Chance assured her, helping her clean up. “This is actually kind of nice. Jade always wants to go to the clubs. I haven’t had a quiet night like this in a while.”
“Your girl does like to party,” Thea smiled and shook her head wryly.
“Tell me about it,” Chance said. “You don’t?”
“I don’t mind once in a while, especially if there’s dancing involved. But it gets old.”
“It was never really my scene,” he admitted.
“Then how did you and Jade ever end up together?” she asked.
“We were training at the same gym. Fighters have a strange lifestyle. It was so nice to meet someone who understands what it’s like. We just hit it off right away,” he said, wondering suddenly why he and Jade didn’t have a more romantic story.
“That’s really nice,” Thea said.
“How about you?” he asked, his voice a bit higher than normal. “Anyone special?”
“I travel a lot for my job,” she said. “It makes it tough. Doesn’t seem worth the effort.”
“When you meet the right person, it will totally be worth it,” he told her.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know it. You’ll find someone who will make you forget about every other person in the world,” he told her earnestly, trying to ignore the fact that until Thea had brought her up, he hadn’t thought of Jade once all night.
“Hm,” she said noncommittally, rolling the cart into the hallway as he held the door for her.
“And that person will feel the same way about you,” he told her. “And everything will be worth it.”
“That’s the real problem though, isn’t it?” she asked, standing in the threshold. “How can you know the other person really feels the same way you do?”
“You just know ,” he told her, now having successfully repeated everything he’d heard his foster mom say about love.
“Do you, though?” she asked, looking right into his eyes.
“Absolutely,” he answered.
Thea studied him for a moment.
She got a strange look on her face, and opened her mouth as if to say something else, then closed it again.
Then she smiled at him again, but it was a closed mouth smile that didn’t go to her eyes.
“What movie do you want to watch?” she asked, slipping past him and flopping herself onto the bed.
“If we watch Ocean’s 11, does that count as training?” Chance joked, trying not to picture her topless and failing miserably. “Like, can we write it off on our taxes?”
Thea groaned and hit him with a sofa pillow.
Chance flopped down next to her, grabbed a pillow, and made as if to bonk her on the head with it.
She giggled madly and ducked.
He was hyper aware of just how close she was. She smelled like a meadow after a thunderstorm. He could almost hear the pulse thrumming in her neck.
Concentrate, Chance. Follow the plan , he told himself.
But his body was responding to her nearness, unconcerned with whatever plans he was supposed to have.
13
T hea scrolled through the pay-per-view selections on the enormous television.
She desperately needed something, anything to distract her from the heady warmth radiating off the big man beside her.
“Horror?” she asked, looking at the image of the most recent creepy film with a bedraggled woman on the cover and thinking it might cool off her suddenly over-active libido.
“I don’t really like all the violence,” Chance said off-handedly.
“I think you might be in the wrong line of work,” she quipped.
Chance laughed, the deep sound of it reverberated in her own chest, making her feel almost light-headed.
“I know it may seem odd, but I don’t really see fighting as violence,” he explained. “It’s a test of skill. You go out there and try to work your game plan,
“I’m sorry. You really don’t have to stay in because of me. I just need to be sure I’m at a hundred percent for tomorrow night,” she explained, hopping up to gather the plates and put them on the cart.
“It’s okay. I was only joking,” Chance assured her, helping her clean up. “This is actually kind of nice. Jade always wants to go to the clubs. I haven’t had a quiet night like this in a while.”
“Your girl does like to party,” Thea smiled and shook her head wryly.
“Tell me about it,” Chance said. “You don’t?”
“I don’t mind once in a while, especially if there’s dancing involved. But it gets old.”
“It was never really my scene,” he admitted.
“Then how did you and Jade ever end up together?” she asked.
“We were training at the same gym. Fighters have a strange lifestyle. It was so nice to meet someone who understands what it’s like. We just hit it off right away,” he said, wondering suddenly why he and Jade didn’t have a more romantic story.
“That’s really nice,” Thea said.
“How about you?” he asked, his voice a bit higher than normal. “Anyone special?”
“I travel a lot for my job,” she said. “It makes it tough. Doesn’t seem worth the effort.”
“When you meet the right person, it will totally be worth it,” he told her.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know it. You’ll find someone who will make you forget about every other person in the world,” he told her earnestly, trying to ignore the fact that until Thea had brought her up, he hadn’t thought of Jade once all night.
“Hm,” she said noncommittally, rolling the cart into the hallway as he held the door for her.
“And that person will feel the same way about you,” he told her. “And everything will be worth it.”
“That’s the real problem though, isn’t it?” she asked, standing in the threshold. “How can you know the other person really feels the same way you do?”
“You just know ,” he told her, now having successfully repeated everything he’d heard his foster mom say about love.
“Do you, though?” she asked, looking right into his eyes.
“Absolutely,” he answered.
Thea studied him for a moment.
She got a strange look on her face, and opened her mouth as if to say something else, then closed it again.
Then she smiled at him again, but it was a closed mouth smile that didn’t go to her eyes.
“What movie do you want to watch?” she asked, slipping past him and flopping herself onto the bed.
“If we watch Ocean’s 11, does that count as training?” Chance joked, trying not to picture her topless and failing miserably. “Like, can we write it off on our taxes?”
Thea groaned and hit him with a sofa pillow.
Chance flopped down next to her, grabbed a pillow, and made as if to bonk her on the head with it.
She giggled madly and ducked.
He was hyper aware of just how close she was. She smelled like a meadow after a thunderstorm. He could almost hear the pulse thrumming in her neck.
Concentrate, Chance. Follow the plan , he told himself.
But his body was responding to her nearness, unconcerned with whatever plans he was supposed to have.
13
T hea scrolled through the pay-per-view selections on the enormous television.
She desperately needed something, anything to distract her from the heady warmth radiating off the big man beside her.
“Horror?” she asked, looking at the image of the most recent creepy film with a bedraggled woman on the cover and thinking it might cool off her suddenly over-active libido.
“I don’t really like all the violence,” Chance said off-handedly.
“I think you might be in the wrong line of work,” she quipped.
Chance laughed, the deep sound of it reverberated in her own chest, making her feel almost light-headed.
“I know it may seem odd, but I don’t really see fighting as violence,” he explained. “It’s a test of skill. You go out there and try to work your game plan,
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