Knock Out Curves (Plus Size Loving) BBW Romance by Adriana Hunter Page B

watch much of anything else.
    You’re totally checking him out, a
snide little voice in her head whispered, and she jerked her gaze
away from him. There was absolutely no point in it. She already
knew from the last string of failed dates she’d been on that men
didn’t appreciate hourglass figures, and seeing how built Jace was,
she was sure he was no different. The only men she needed in her
life were the ones in her family, including little Dawson who
looked like he was having the time of his life out on the training
floor.
    When the lesson ended they all lined up and
bowed, then bowed out by rank, which meant Dawson was one of the
last ones. He came skipping over to her, his blond hair tousled and
his green eyes sparkling with excitement.
    “Did you see me throw Matt earlier?” he
asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “He went flying so far,
didn’t he!”
    Laughing, she pulled him in for a hug. “You
were awesome, sport. You looked like you had a lot of fun.”
    “So what did you think?” Jace asked, and she
jumped, not having noticed his approach.
    “It wasn’t like any other sport I’ve ever
watched before,” she admitted. “You run a tight ship, Mr. Wilson,
and you look to be a very good teacher too.” Not to mention very
athletic. She’d seen how many times he’d gone through all those
moves himself, and yet he’d barely broken a sweat.
    “Thanks.” He grinned at her, and the
expression lit up his face and made him look even more handsome
than before. “Believe it or not karate has one of the lowest injury
rates out there despite it being a contact sport.”
    “I’m glad to hear that.” She smiled. “I’d
hate to hear my nephew was putting himself in mortal danger.”
    “Mr. Carson here’s a real trooper.” He
clapped a hand on Dawson’s shoulder. His eyes twinkled again, but
this time there was something a little more in them as he looked
her up and down. “You should try it out. We’re always looking for
new white belts in here.”
    “Me? Karate?” she blushed. “Oh no. I could
never do all that.”
    He laughed, a warm, rich sound that made her
feel warm inside. “We don’t start off by throwing people around,
you know. It’s very basic. And I always do a week or two of private
lessons to get you on your feet before I stick you out there with
the others.”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” She glanced out at the
floor again, where two blue belts were free sparring. “I’ve got an
awfully busy schedule.” The truth, of course, was that she couldn’t
imagine letting herself flounder about and get all sweaty and messy
while she was alone with a man like him. It would be
embarrassing.
    He gave her a knowing smile that made her
think he saw right through her excuses. “Well if you change your
mind, let me know.” He turned to Dawson. “I will see you
tomorrow.”
    She drove herself and Dawson home, and
listened with only half an ear as he chattered away about anything
and everything that came into his mind, as kids often did. Her own
mind was in several places at once, thinking about work, carting
Dawson to and from school and who knew where else.
    She tossed Dawson into the shower to go wash
of the sweat when they got back, then started on mac and cheese and
hot dogs for dinner—one of his favorite meals. She knew it would
put extra fat on her hips, but she didn’t really care. A girl could
indulge every once in a while, couldn’t she?
    You probably wouldn’t worry so much about
what you ate if you exercised more, that snide little voice in
her head reminded her.
    “Please,” she thought to herself, as she cut
up the fried dogs and stirred them into the mac and cheese. “I go
for a walk every day during my lunch hour and I eat healthy. What
more can you ask for?” She was an accountant for a small firm and
spent the majority of her time with her butt in the chair.
    You could always take up Mr. Buff on his
offer. Karate would go a long way to get you into shape.
    An