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Taylor plopped down in an armchair. “Did any of the Night Rebels come?” He slowly brought the can to his lips and stared at it as though it were poison.
“Yeah. My prez and VP are here.”
“Steel and Paco came?” Army nodded. “That’s cool,” Taylor said before he took a small sip.
“Cueball’s here too and some of the others. They wanna go to Harry’s Hall after the fights. They’ll expect you to join them.” Army shook his head. “Don’t give me that look, dude. You can come out to play for an hour. Damn, you can’t train all the time. You gotta have some fun too.”
“Now you sound like Dad.” Taylor put his beer down on the table. “It’s hard for you guys to understand, but I’m trying to go pro. It’s all I think about. Once that happens, I’ll slow down a bit.”
“I get it, but you need to relax. When’s the last time you got laid?” Army crushed his can, tossed it in the trash, then went over to the fridge and took out another beer.
Taylor snorted. “How the hell is that your business?”
Army rubbed his hand on Taylor’s smooth head then sat down again. “It’s not, but as your big brother, I’m just making sure that you’re keepingallof your parts toned.”
“I’m doing just fine.” The corners of his mouth curled up.
“What’s the story with the chick in the high heels?” Army stared at the metallic writing on the can.
“Stiletto? I don’t know. She’s an MMA fighter.”
“I fuckin’ knowthat. I mean, how long has she been training at the gym with you? I don’t remember seeing her before.”
“She’s been there for a while. You probably didn’t pay any attention. You like your women blonde, stacked, and with a ton of curves.”
“She’s been there for years? No way.”I definitely would’ve remembered her, and she’s stacked just fine.
“Not that long. She moved to Durango from Arizona. She’s been with us for a year or so. You’ve only been to the gym a few times in the past year, so I’m not surprised you didn’t run into her. She usually trains at night. Anyway, she’s really good. When she came to Champion, she was in the middle of a losing streak.”
“She kicked ass tonight.” Army wanted to ask if the dude he saw escorting her from the ring was her man, but he didn’t want Taylor to give himthatlook. He was also pretty sure Taylor would do everything in his power to make sure he kept Stiletto away from his big brother. Army had the reputation of being a heartbreaker, and neither of his two brothers would ever hook him up with any women. Not that hewantedto hook up with Stiletto, he was just curious, that was all.
“She fought real well. Mia’s worked hard for tonight’s win. I’m happy for her.” Taylor looked down at his phone. “Dad’s saying he’s sorry he missed the fight.”
“He’ll make it to the next one. So Stiletto’s name is Mia?”
“What?” Taylor looked up.
“The chick who fights.” Army hated himself for asking.
“Oh … yeah. Her name’s Mia. Why all the questions?”
The hair on the back of his neck bristled. “Are you going to Harry’s or not?”
“Yeah, I’ll go. Why’re you pissed all of a sudden?”
“I’m not pissed.” Army rose to his feet. “I gotta get back to my seat. I rode my bike, so we can just meet at Harry’s after the fights.”
“Okay. Are you sure you’re not mad?”
“Yep.” The truth was—flames of anger licked through him. He wasn’t the type to ask questions about a chick. If he saw a woman who piqued his interest, he’d lock eyes with her then give her his boyish grin, and by the end of the night, they’d be fucking up a storm at her place. Asking about Stiletto or Mia or whatever the hell her name was reeked of weakness, and it pissed the hell out of him. Big time.
“Come in,” Taylor said.
Army jerked his head back; he hadn’t even heard anyone knock. Taylor opened the door andshestood there. Long, glossy caramel-brown hair with toffee streaks running through it tumbled loosely over her shoulders. Stiletto had changed into a short-as-hell black dress that hugged her hips and thighs and showed off the tempting swell of her breasts. Army ran his gaze down the length of her, his pants growing snug as he took in her shapely legs, the chain tattoo around one of her ankles, and the high heels. For a split second, all he could see was himself pounding inside her with those fuck-me heels digging into his ass.
“What’s up?” Taylor asked.
Taylor’s voice took Army out of the moment, and he lifted his gaze to Stiletto’s face. She glared at him with high color in her cheeks.If you didn’t want me to stare at you, sweetheart, you shouldn’t have worn that sexy-as-hell dress. You came over here to see me. You’re not fooling me one fuckin’ bit.
