Knockout by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Suspense, United States, Suspense Fiction, Literary, Telepathy, Sherlock; Lacey (Fictitious Character), Savich; Dillon (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9781410415905
Google: q3OLQgAACAAJ
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 2008-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

The man with the bald head and stern, assessing eyes was watching his every move closely. Jami looked away, listening to his iPod to try and get into the right mindset while he held out his hand for Don to wrap it.

He had thrown himself into his training this last week, determined to be ready for the fight that would happen in less than an hour. He hadn’t meant to get so distracted, but when he got focused, there wasn’t much that could shake him.

He hadn’t spoken to Alyson since the weekend. She probably thought that he had forgotten about her, but that was impossible. You can’t forget part of yourself. What he should have told her about him before was that when he got into the zone, he needed someone to help break him out of it. Instead, she had backed off.

The distance between them was driving him nuts. No matter how much focus he had, it had begun to take a toll on him in the gym. He wasn’t getting enough sleep, and Don was kicking his ass in the gym eight hours a day. By Friday, Don was sick of seeing him drag ass and fuck up in the ring. Mike pinned him so many times it was difficult to stand up, and Don had had enough.

“Get the fuck out of my gym, go find your girl, and get your shit straight, or don’t bother showing up tomorrow. I won’t have you embarrassing yourself or me in that ring, got it?”

The scolding had left him torn between kicking Coach’s old ass and thanking him. Even though he didn’t want to be the one to have to make contact first, he also couldn’t stay away any longer. It was eating at him knowing that he had likely hurt Alyson, and he was man enough to admit when he was in the wrong.

It wasn’t her fault that he had a short fuse, or that she was born drop dead gorgeous and every man with a pulse looked at her as if he wanted to devour her. That was something he couldn’t hold against her. He could be mad at her for staying away, though. Why hadn’t she come after him? Instead, she just walked away.

In his defense, he knew that she was stubborn, but he hadn’t realized how stubborn until now. She had stayed away by her own choosing without even getting an explanation from him first. She was proving to be just as stubborn, if not more so, than him, because he was the one who finally broke and texted her last night.

Are you mad at me?

Why would I be mad? It’s not like you dropped me off and never spoke to me again.

I’m speaking to you now.

I can finally rest easy.

I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I’ve been training.

Good for you.

Don’t be a brat. I’m sorry. Forgive me.

No. And don’t call me a brat. Jerk.

Forgive me. :(

No.

Please? :( :(

No.

Ok. Then come to the fight tomorrow night.

Sorry, you know I hate violence.

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