The corners of her lips trembled. “I’m sorry, Chris. I thought you should know.”
She sprang to her feet, the dog jumping off her lap to the floor. “No. He can’t! We just have to convince him. This is crazy. There has to be another way. One wrong blow to the head and he’s a vegetable for the rest of his life. Does he understand that?” She didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Of course he doesn’t understand, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing something so insane. He could die, Jack. I have to explain it to him.” She got up, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for telling me. Really, thank you.”
He pulled her back down to the chair, and Drogo immediately jumped back onto her lap. “I don’t think he’ll listen,” Jack told her. “All he sees are dollar signs right now. If I had the money, I’d give it to him. I have a little savings I can—”
“No. No! Thank you, Jack, but no. This is ludicrous. He needs to understand that this is reckless.”
Chrissy thought for a moment. Drogo seemed annoyed, if that was possible for a dog.
Finally she said, “Why can’t he get a loan?”
Jack shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“There are other options. He doesn’t have to fight. I’m going over there.”
She stood up again and started walking toward the front door, the dog right on her heels. “Drogo, stay! Chrissy, wait.”
She twisted back around and huffed, “What?”
The annoyance in her voice made him chuckle, even though Drogo had of course completely ignored Jack’s command and was standing next to Chrissy.
“We’ve already established that you can walk around my house dressed like this anytime. However, I think your brother may have issues with it, especially since he doesn’t know you spent the night here. You
are
coming out of my house dressed in just my T-shirt and nothing underneath.”
She looked down. “Oh. Right. Fine.”
She ran up the stairs. Jack tried not to watch her go, but he couldn’t help his wandering eyes. Damn, she had a nice ass. Two minutes later she was headed back down.She had slipped on her jeans, and he could tell she had not bothered with a bra.
“You don’t mind me borrowing your shirt, right?” It was more of a statement than a question. He shook his head, and before he had a chance to say anything, she stormed out. She was a woman on a mission, and apparently Drogo was her sidekick, because he went with her. Jack followed after them. He loved this fiery side of her.
Chapter 6
“Slade, I know you’re here. Open up.” Chrissy pounded on the door, and Drogo barked.
“Fuck, Chris. You’re going to wake the entire neighborhood,” her brother said as he opened the door and stepped aside so that she could walk in. Drogo immediately began growling and gnawing at the bottom of Slade’s sweatpants, so Chrissy bent down and scooped him up.
“What the hell? Be careful with that thing. That dog hates people,” Slade said as he took a step back and put his hands up in surrender. Then he saw Jack right behind her. “Wait a minute! Where’d you come from, Chris?”
“From Jack’s.”
Slade looked Chrissy over, top to bottom. “Why the fuck were you at Jack’s? And why are you wearing one of his shirts?”
Chrissy looked down at her shirt. Perhaps she should’ve chosen one of Jack’s plain white tees. Instead, the shirt had the logo of Jack’s gym, WtF Academy, emblazoned right on the center. It looked bad. Jack took a cautious step back as Slade glared at him.
“ ‘WtF?’ ” Chrissy asked. “Your gym is called ‘What the Fuck’? That’s an awful name.”
Jack shook his head. “ ‘Worth the Fight.’ Not ‘What the Fuck.’ The old man doesn’t know about the modern-day acronym.”
“Oh!” Chrissy cocked her head. “Someone should really think about telling him.” Chrissy squared her shoulders and glared at Slade. “Anyway, that’s not why I’m here.”
“What the hell were you doing at Jack’s and why
She sprang to her feet, the dog jumping off her lap to the floor. “No. He can’t! We just have to convince him. This is crazy. There has to be another way. One wrong blow to the head and he’s a vegetable for the rest of his life. Does he understand that?” She didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Of course he doesn’t understand, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing something so insane. He could die, Jack. I have to explain it to him.” She got up, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for telling me. Really, thank you.”
He pulled her back down to the chair, and Drogo immediately jumped back onto her lap. “I don’t think he’ll listen,” Jack told her. “All he sees are dollar signs right now. If I had the money, I’d give it to him. I have a little savings I can—”
“No. No! Thank you, Jack, but no. This is ludicrous. He needs to understand that this is reckless.”
Chrissy thought for a moment. Drogo seemed annoyed, if that was possible for a dog.
Finally she said, “Why can’t he get a loan?”
Jack shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“There are other options. He doesn’t have to fight. I’m going over there.”
She stood up again and started walking toward the front door, the dog right on her heels. “Drogo, stay! Chrissy, wait.”
She twisted back around and huffed, “What?”
The annoyance in her voice made him chuckle, even though Drogo had of course completely ignored Jack’s command and was standing next to Chrissy.
“We’ve already established that you can walk around my house dressed like this anytime. However, I think your brother may have issues with it, especially since he doesn’t know you spent the night here. You
are
coming out of my house dressed in just my T-shirt and nothing underneath.”
She looked down. “Oh. Right. Fine.”
She ran up the stairs. Jack tried not to watch her go, but he couldn’t help his wandering eyes. Damn, she had a nice ass. Two minutes later she was headed back down.She had slipped on her jeans, and he could tell she had not bothered with a bra.
“You don’t mind me borrowing your shirt, right?” It was more of a statement than a question. He shook his head, and before he had a chance to say anything, she stormed out. She was a woman on a mission, and apparently Drogo was her sidekick, because he went with her. Jack followed after them. He loved this fiery side of her.
Chapter 6
“Slade, I know you’re here. Open up.” Chrissy pounded on the door, and Drogo barked.
“Fuck, Chris. You’re going to wake the entire neighborhood,” her brother said as he opened the door and stepped aside so that she could walk in. Drogo immediately began growling and gnawing at the bottom of Slade’s sweatpants, so Chrissy bent down and scooped him up.
“What the hell? Be careful with that thing. That dog hates people,” Slade said as he took a step back and put his hands up in surrender. Then he saw Jack right behind her. “Wait a minute! Where’d you come from, Chris?”
“From Jack’s.”
Slade looked Chrissy over, top to bottom. “Why the fuck were you at Jack’s? And why are you wearing one of his shirts?”
Chrissy looked down at her shirt. Perhaps she should’ve chosen one of Jack’s plain white tees. Instead, the shirt had the logo of Jack’s gym, WtF Academy, emblazoned right on the center. It looked bad. Jack took a cautious step back as Slade glared at him.
“ ‘WtF?’ ” Chrissy asked. “Your gym is called ‘What the Fuck’? That’s an awful name.”
Jack shook his head. “ ‘Worth the Fight.’ Not ‘What the Fuck.’ The old man doesn’t know about the modern-day acronym.”
“Oh!” Chrissy cocked her head. “Someone should really think about telling him.” Chrissy squared her shoulders and glared at Slade. “Anyway, that’s not why I’m here.”
“What the hell were you doing at Jack’s and why
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