The Miami Series by Marie York

Author:Marie York [York, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marie York
Published: 2016-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

“Sometimes, you just need someone to kick you in the ass. I’m good at that,” I joked, feeling the need to make light of the situation, and diffuse the sexual tension, before I latched onto him again like a deranged octopus.

“So, you’re an ass kicker?”

“Better than an ass kisser, if you ask me,” I said, with a wink, and then stepped around him. “I’m glad it went well. Did you train at all?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said with a laugh. “I probably won’t be able to move tomorrow, but it’ll totally be worth it. Ray wants me to start getting into a routine again. He said start off by training, and then we’ll schedule a few fights once I get back into the groove of things.”

“That’s really great. Are you going to go after the title?”

“I have to. I need something to work toward. I can’t guarantee Knox will fight, but I can always try to go after another title.”

“Let me take care of the Knox thing,” I said.

He arched a curious eye at me. “What are you going to do?”

“You just need to get hype around your return. From there, you make it known that you want a rematch. Eventually, he’ll have to cave to the pressure. You’ll get your chance to win it all back, I can promise you that.”

“If you can make it happen, I will be in total awe of you.”

“You mean you aren’t already? I’m going to have to up my game,” I said, the flirt in me completely taking over all rational thoughts. I shoved her back down, and reminded her we still had things to discuss. “I also have another proposition for you.”

“Really? And, what’s that?”

“It isn’t much, but I hate to think of you training all day, and then not having a real place to go back to. A car isn’t a home. So, if you want, you can stay here until you get back on your feet.”

Shock streaked his face, and he ran a hand over his chin. “Are you serious?” he asked as a puzzled look crossed his face.

I shrugged. “I am, but there are rules.”

“I’m all ears,” he said.

“One, no drinking. None whatsoever. I do not want my daughter around a drunk.”

“Understandable,” he agreed.

“Two: you sleep on the couch. It might not be high luxury, but it’s sure as hell of a lot better than the backseat of your car.”

“Done.”

“Three. No cursing.”

“That, I’m going to have to work on, but I’m sure, if I slip up, Joy will remind me.”

I laughed. “Oh, you can count on it. And, there’s only so many times I can convince her that you washed your mouth out with soup before she stops believing until she sees it.”

He held his hands up. “Enough said.”

“And four. Friday nights are Princess night.”

His lip quirked. “What the hell’s a princess night?” he asked, clearly amused.

“We watch Joy’s favorite princess movie of the week, paint our nails, and eat popcorn.”

“I’ll watch the movie, and eat the popcorn, but there is no way in hell I’ll be painting my nails.

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