Jude's Law by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster [Foster, Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Romance/Suspense
ISBN: 9781420129861
Google: 9vo9eXJJ90sC
Amazon: 1420129864
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2006-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Wimp. Can’t you swim any faster than that?”

Eyes narrowed, Tim glared up at Denny. He knew exactly what Denny was doing. Goading him on purpose. Challenging him. But damn it, he still put a little more effort into each stroke.

He had to admit that the light exercises Denny took him through, combined with the weightlessness of the water, had eased some of his aches and pains. That is, he’d admit it to himself.

He wasn’t telling Denny jack shit.

“That’s better.” Along the edge of the pool, Denny kept pace with him. “You’ve got good arms, son. Long. Toned. If you were trained right, that extra reach would be one hell of an advantage.”

Tim sealed his mouth shut and concentrated on another lap. He would not ask.

He wouldn’t.

But when he reached the end of the pool, the words just came tumbling out. “How so?”

Taking a fighter’s stance, feet planted, one arm extended, Denny said, “You can hit without being hit.” He made two quick jabs. “See what I mean?”

“What do you know about it?”

“Everything there is to know.” The cocky grin left a silver tooth showing. “It’s what I used to do. I trained the most successful fighters in the SBC, including Jude.”

No way. A trainer? “Are you pulling my leg?”

“Nope. Used to fight myself, too, but that shit gets old real quick. Had to have my knee worked on twice, popped my ankle a few times, and got my arm broke in two places.”

Denny pulled up his sleeve to show Tim one of the ghastliest scars he’d ever seen. “Jesus.”

“Yeah. Damn near fucked up my tattoo.” With another grin, he said, “I’ve got so much metal in my body now, the airport sensors go off when I walk through security.”

Tim couldn’t believe the way Denny laughed about it. “So am I done or what?”

“Yeah, haul your sorry ass out. Or do you need help?”

Minutes ago, Tim would have said yes. But now, after Denny joked about broken bones, he was determined to damn well get out on his own steam.

Denny handed him a super-soft towel and crouched down next to him. “Better?”

“I guess.”

Grabbing Tim’s ear, Denny tipped his head to the side. “You ever think about getting a tattoo?”

Wincing in discomfort, Tim eyed him. “A tattoo?”

“Yeah. Right there on your neck. Every fighter has a tattoo. Well, ‘cept for Jude. Stubborn bastard, I could never talk him into it.”

Rubbing his neck where Denny indicated, Tim said, “Do they tattoo necks?”

“The guys I know got everything but their peckers tatted up—and some of ‘em got that done, too.”

No way would he let anyone near his neck—or inside his pants—with tattooing in mind. Besides, didn’t tattoos hurt? They were like… needles, right? Lots of needles. He shuddered at the thought. “I’m not a fighter.”

“No shit. One look at that black and blue face, and anyone can see you don’t know squat about defending yourself.”

“There were two of them.”

“Could be a crowd often, and you can bet Jude’d come out looking better than the rest.

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