Fighting for Redemption: An MMA Fighter Romance (City Limits MMA) by Emma Marie Cormier

Author:Emma Marie Cormier [Cormier, Emma Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780473567422
Publisher: Bryson Publishing Limited
Published: 2022-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

I waited in Scotty’s office in the dark, trying to process. Trying to get my head screwed back on right.

After about an hour that felt more like three, I made my way toward the exit to complete the slow trudge back to my apartment.

When I got to the sliding glass double doors of the gym, I frowned.

Sammy’s car was still parked in the lot, with a sunshade over the front windshield.

I walked over to the car. Both front windows were covered, with blankets jammed in them.

Wait. Was Sammy… sleeping in there?

I rapped on the driver’s side window. “Hey, Sammy? You in there?”

In the dim light of the car park, I barely saw the ripple as the blanket moved, just enough to make way for a single blue eye.

“Um, yeah? You need something?” Sammy replied innocently.

“Are you sleeping here?” I asked. My stomach lurched, thinking about how hard I’d been training her lately. Shit, maybe she was exhausted. It was rough, forcing her to train mostly off-hours, burning both the morning and the midnight oils.

Sammy pulled the blanket curtain further aside. She yawned, stretched, and replied. “I mean, we have to be back here in, like, six hours. I’ve showered. It’s just kind of easier…”

She faded out, but something about how she was avoiding making eye contact shot through my core.

Hadn’t Sammy quit her job, too?

No way. No way Sammy was homeless. Didn’t she know how dangerous it was for someone to sleep out in the open like this?

I cleared my throat. Now was not the time to confront her—not when she had one hand reaching toward the key in her ignition, ready to tuck tail and run.

I had to calm down before this situation became any worse than what it already was.

“Come back to my place,” I said gruffly. “It’s only a block away. You’ve been there before. The spare room’s all yours.”

“I couldn’t—”

“Tomorrow, over breakfast, we can talk about our training arrangements. Come up with something more… sustainable for the final couple of weeks.”

I pierced Sammy’s car window with my gaze, my face flat and neutral.

I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Sammy bit down on her lower lip. “Well, if you’re sure…” she trailed off.

I took a step back, opening the door for her.

“Let’s go. We’ll get some rest and sort out a training regime in the morning.”

And… whatever this is, I thought. There was no way in hell a fighter of mine was going to sleep in a damned car in the weeks leading up to the most important fight of their lives.

Sammy grabbed her training bag and a half-finished black coffee from the cup holder and locked her car, her feet practically dragging across the ground.

Damn it. I really had pushed her too hard today.

My shoulders slumped as we walked toward my apartment.

For a moment, the sound of our footsteps echoed across the empty parking lot.

I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to push you so hard.”

Sammy smiled up at me. “It’s okay.

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