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Because I’m getting really sick of hearing your opinion of my love life.” She shoved back
her chair and picked up her plate. “I have to get to work. I’ll see you tonight.”
After cleaning up and grabbing her things, she hurried to her car.
Numb.
That was how she felt. That had to be progress. It showed that she’d made some kind of
disconnection within herself that was rewiring to see Tommy in a different way. Thank God.
Twenty minutes later, she pulled into the vet clinic’s parking lot. As she walked in through the
back entrance, her partner, Melody, frantically motioned to her from the front desk. “Come here.
You’ve got to see this.”
The other vet was usually much more controlled with her emotions. The barely restrained
eagerness rolling off her took Julie slightly aback. “What is it?”
“Come. Here.” Her waving increased. “Your nine o’clock is already here. You’re not going to
believe what you’re about to see.”
Curiosity piqued, Julie cautiously stepped around the reception desk that was separated from
the waiting area by a glass window. Her mouth dropped open.
“I know, right!” Melody said, awestruck.
There, stuffed in one of their tiny waiting room chairs, was the biggest, most ripped man she’d
ever seen. Rippling muscles strained beneath a tight shirt, the sleeves of which had been cut to
make room for his bulging biceps. But it wasn’t the man alone that made her hottie meter go off.
It was the way he was cooing at the white Persian kitten he held in his huge arms.
“My word,” Julie breathed, thoroughly captivated by the sight.
“To say the least,” Melody said. “Have you ever seen anything so sexy?”
Unfortunately, she had—the man who’d stood in her kitchen this morning in only a towel,
worried out of his mind that he was her stand-in boyfriend. She really needed to put his mind at
rest. “Not lately,” she said thoughtfully.
“Do you know him?”
Julie knew why Melody was asking her the question. The man had the telltale signs of a cage
fighter—the little injuries their bodies seemed to carry at all times. “No, he doesn’t look familiar,
but I can’t see his face.” The man’s dark head was bent low over the kitten as he used one of his
fingers to rub the fur between its pointy ears. “Besides, just because I’m friends with Tommy
doesn’t mean I know all the guys on the circuit.”
“You know a lot of them, though.”
She couldn’t deny that. “What’s his name?”
“Brody Minton.”
Brody “The Iron” Minton. No, she didn’t personally know him, but she’d seen him fight. He was
in the heavyweight division, which explained his build. Those fighters ranged anywhere from two
twenty to two sixty-five. Some of them even had to cut weight before a weigh-in to make the
weight limit. It also explained why she didn’t really know him. Tommy was middleweight and kept
to a svelte one eighty-five.
“Yeah, he’s a fighter.”
“You think Tommy knows him?”
“Probably. If I’m not mistaken, Brody trains at Tommy’s old gym. What’s he here for?”
“The kitten won’t eat.”
Julie nodded, pushing aside her awe and donning her vet cap. “Can you go ahead and get him
situated in a room?”
“Oh, it’d be my pleasure.”
Chuckling, Julie hurried to her locker and tugged on a white lab coat, then stepped into the
examining room. “Good afternoon, Mr. Minton. And who do we have here?”
“Uh.” He shifted before red crept up his neck to his cheeks. “This is Princess.”
Normally she didn’t react when she heard a pet’s name, having heard some doozies over the
years, but his deep voice saying such a feminine word had her stumbling to a stop. “What was
that?”
He grimaced. “My three-year-old niece named her. I didn’t realize how embarrassing it would
be to say the name outside my own home.”
Julie smiled. What a wonderful uncle to let his niece name his cat, and then stick with
her chair and picked up her plate. “I have to get to work. I’ll see you tonight.”
After cleaning up and grabbing her things, she hurried to her car.
Numb.
That was how she felt. That had to be progress. It showed that she’d made some kind of
disconnection within herself that was rewiring to see Tommy in a different way. Thank God.
Twenty minutes later, she pulled into the vet clinic’s parking lot. As she walked in through the
back entrance, her partner, Melody, frantically motioned to her from the front desk. “Come here.
You’ve got to see this.”
The other vet was usually much more controlled with her emotions. The barely restrained
eagerness rolling off her took Julie slightly aback. “What is it?”
“Come. Here.” Her waving increased. “Your nine o’clock is already here. You’re not going to
believe what you’re about to see.”
Curiosity piqued, Julie cautiously stepped around the reception desk that was separated from
the waiting area by a glass window. Her mouth dropped open.
“I know, right!” Melody said, awestruck.
There, stuffed in one of their tiny waiting room chairs, was the biggest, most ripped man she’d
ever seen. Rippling muscles strained beneath a tight shirt, the sleeves of which had been cut to
make room for his bulging biceps. But it wasn’t the man alone that made her hottie meter go off.
It was the way he was cooing at the white Persian kitten he held in his huge arms.
“My word,” Julie breathed, thoroughly captivated by the sight.
“To say the least,” Melody said. “Have you ever seen anything so sexy?”
Unfortunately, she had—the man who’d stood in her kitchen this morning in only a towel,
worried out of his mind that he was her stand-in boyfriend. She really needed to put his mind at
rest. “Not lately,” she said thoughtfully.
“Do you know him?”
Julie knew why Melody was asking her the question. The man had the telltale signs of a cage
fighter—the little injuries their bodies seemed to carry at all times. “No, he doesn’t look familiar,
but I can’t see his face.” The man’s dark head was bent low over the kitten as he used one of his
fingers to rub the fur between its pointy ears. “Besides, just because I’m friends with Tommy
doesn’t mean I know all the guys on the circuit.”
“You know a lot of them, though.”
She couldn’t deny that. “What’s his name?”
“Brody Minton.”
Brody “The Iron” Minton. No, she didn’t personally know him, but she’d seen him fight. He was
in the heavyweight division, which explained his build. Those fighters ranged anywhere from two
twenty to two sixty-five. Some of them even had to cut weight before a weigh-in to make the
weight limit. It also explained why she didn’t really know him. Tommy was middleweight and kept
to a svelte one eighty-five.
“Yeah, he’s a fighter.”
“You think Tommy knows him?”
“Probably. If I’m not mistaken, Brody trains at Tommy’s old gym. What’s he here for?”
“The kitten won’t eat.”
Julie nodded, pushing aside her awe and donning her vet cap. “Can you go ahead and get him
situated in a room?”
“Oh, it’d be my pleasure.”
Chuckling, Julie hurried to her locker and tugged on a white lab coat, then stepped into the
examining room. “Good afternoon, Mr. Minton. And who do we have here?”
“Uh.” He shifted before red crept up his neck to his cheeks. “This is Princess.”
Normally she didn’t react when she heard a pet’s name, having heard some doozies over the
years, but his deep voice saying such a feminine word had her stumbling to a stop. “What was
that?”
He grimaced. “My three-year-old niece named her. I didn’t realize how embarrassing it would
be to say the name outside my own home.”
Julie smiled. What a wonderful uncle to let his niece name his cat, and then stick with