Best Served Cold (Perfect Dish Romances Book 1) by Tawdra Kandle

Author:Tawdra Kandle [Kandle , Tawdra]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Perfect Dish Duo, Book 1
Publisher: Tawdra Kandle Romance
Published: 2020-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

I didn’t spend very much time near the sports complex on campus. I’d had a yoga class there during freshman year; it filled the physical education requirement without forcing me into a competitive sport. I’d been to a few basketball games when Liam made me go with him, but since the track and field facility was on the other side of the campus, we spent more time there than in the gym.

There was more than one event going on that morning, so it took me a little while to figure out where the wrestling meet was taking place. I was just about to open the door when I heard someone calling my name.

“Julia?” A man about my height, stocky with red hair, walked toward me. He smiled as he came near.

“You are Julia, right? I’m Dean Lester.” He held out a hand. “Good to meet you.”

“Yes, I’m Julia. Hi, Dean.” I forced a smile I was far from feeling.

“My brother tells me we have a job to do today.”

“Oh, really? And just what did he tell you? I like to know what my friend Giff is saying.”

“Just that I’m supposed to keep you company, make it look good. Like we maybe have something going.”

“Mmm.” I nodded. “Okay. Well, don’t worry too much about that. Let’s just have a good time, and maybe you can even explain to me how these matches work. I am totally clueless about wrestling.”

“You’ve come to the right place. I’ve been wrestling since I was five years old.” Dean opened the swinging door, and I followed him inside.

The gym wasn’t full by any means, but there were more people on the bleachers than I would have expected for a cold Saturday morning. I was aware right away that Liam and Giff sat midway up in the center section.

“Let’s sit over here.” Dean guided me with his hand on my lower back. We climbed up a few rows on the right side and sat down. I left a judicious amount of space between us and looked down at the mats.

“So what’s going on down there?” I propped my elbows on my knees and leaned my chin on one hand.

“That’s Jennings, there. He’s about to wrestle that dude from Cramer.”

I made a face. “I don’t like their outfits. They look like giant baby suits.”

“They’re called singlets.”

“Yeah, well, they don’t leave much to the imagination, do they?”

“They’re designed to keep opponents from grabbing onto clothing during matches.”

“Hmm. Okay, I guess that make sense. What about the thingie on their heads?”

“Headgear. It’s protective. Are you anti-all sports or just wrestling?”

“Hey, that’s not fair. I’m not anti-any sports. I actually am quite the sports fan. Just not this. I mean, check out at how they look down there, compared to eleven men on a hundred yards of vivid green. Not dressed in funny-looking onesies.”

Dean shook his head. “Football. Really? A bunch of guys trying to move pigskin down the field ten yards at a time? Don’t get me wrong, I dig a game now and then, but it doesn’t even approach the artistry of what you’re going to see here.

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