Fighter's Best Friend by A. Rivers

Fighter's Best Friend by A. Rivers

Author:A. Rivers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A. Rivers


13

Gabe

Inviting Sydney to go dancing was an impulsive idea. One I heartily regret. I wanted to give her something special, a night that would be out of the ordinary for us and cement our new status as a couple. I stand by that sentiment, but in between exercise, sparring, talking strategy with Dad and Seth, and making time to see her, when Friday rolls around, I’m dead on my feet. I’d much rather have a quiet night in, preferably napping on the sofa with my arms around my girl, but she’s already messaged several times today, and I know how much she’s looking forward to our outing. I can’t let her down.

So instead of calling my chef and requesting dinner for two, I heat a meal from the freezer and eat alone, then dress in club-appropriate attire and take a cab to Sydney’s place. I’m later than I said I would be because training went longer than expected, but at least I texted to let her know, so hopefully she isn’t too upset. When she lets me in, she’s looking sexier than ever in a black dress that stops at mid-thigh and leaves a lot of important places bare.

“Only an hour and a half late.” A ghost of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks for the heads-up.”

I study her expression, looking for an indication of her mood, but it’s neutral. “Sorry, Seth wanted me to practice takedowns.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugs. “I appreciate you messaging.”

Cautiously, I bend and kiss her, hoping she won’t turn away. She doesn’t, thank God. “You look beautiful. You’re going to be the death of me, dressed like that.”

She brightens and performs a pirouette, her hair swirling around her face, dark eyes glittering. “You like it?”

“Hell, yes.” Especially the way the fabric clings to her curves. Her body is dynamite, and there’s nothing I want more than to get my hands on her. But tonight isn’t about me, it’s about her. About us. I’ve already screwed up enough by being late, reminding her of why she was reluctant to give me a chance in the first place. “Are you ready to go? I have a taxi waiting outside to take us to Flashlight, if that works for you.” Flashlight is the most exclusive club in town.

Her eyes light up, and my lateness seems forgotten. “Do you think they’ll let us in?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Between my net worth and public stature, I think we’ll be okay.”

She shakes her head, her smile wry. “I forget about that sometimes. To me, you’re just my Gabe.”

That’s what I love about her. I’m a person, not an opportunity, or a legacy, or whatever else people see when they look at me. Love. I turn the word over in my mind. I do love her. Have for years. But I’m in danger of loving her in the deepest way possible, and while I’ll never admit it, I’m worried this won’t be the last time I’m late or a no-show, giving her a reason to doubt me.



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