It’s been three hours since I sent it. My clothes are now in Scarlett’s closet and drawers, and I still don’t have an answer.
Scarlett is in the shower, where I plan to join her, when my phone buzzes.
I whip it out of my pocket, expecting to see Johnson’s name on the screen. But I don’t. It’s Silas Bohannon.What the hell does he want?
After I unlock the screen, I read his message.
Bohannon: Just came from the gym and heard that Black’s training with the coach you used to use. He’s spreading the word that he’s getting ready to crush you.
I scan the words again to make sure I’m reading it right.What in the actual fuck?
Shock and betrayal tear through me. If what Bohannon is saying is true, I want to reach through the phone to strangle Johnson myself.
I type out a quick message to Bohannon.
Legend: Are you sure they said it’s Ron Johnson training him?
Then I send another one to Johnson. My blood is boiling as I pace and peck at the screen.
Legend: If you’re training Bodhi Black for this fight, you need to tell me right the fuck now.
Bohannon’s response comes first.
Bohannon: I know what I heard and the source is reliable. I figured that means you’re going to need a new coach. I just wrapped up two weeks early on this MMA project, and my guys said they could take you on. They’re top level talent, and not to be a dick, but that’s what you need to win this thing.
Legend: What’s the catch? How much?
Bohannon: They’ve already been paid for the two weeks. The rest, they’ll do as a favor for me.
Legend: Why are you helping me?
Bohannon: Because you need it and I can.
His answer tells me nothing. Normally, I wouldn’t accept help without understanding motives, but I don’t have a lot of options right now. I’d be a fucking idiot not to take Bohannon’s offer.
Legend: Thank you. Tell me when and where to meet your guys, and we’ll get started.
Bohannon: Smart man. I’ll text you details.
The shower is still going, so I leave my phone on the dresser and head for the bathroom. I’m not wasting this opportunity either.
I strip as fast as I possibly can. When I climb into the steamy glass-walled enclosure, Scarlett smiles.
“And here I thought you’d decided you were going to shower alone.”
“When I could shower with you instead? I might fuck up some things, but I’m not an idiot.”
Her smile could light up the city. “Did you know I’ve never lived with a guy before?”
My head jerks back and spray bounces off my body. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. You’re my first.”
My palms slide against slippery skin as I curve them around her hips. “Your first? I like the sound of that.”
I take her lips in a slow, measured kiss as the hot water beats down on both of us. Even though I’ve been second-guessing every move we’re making, I don’t second-guess this. Scarlett in my arms is the one thing that makes total and complete sense.
God, she’s incredible.