Page 89 of Burn Bag

Honestly? Not at all, but I nodded anyway.

“That’s what I want you to think about when you throw this knife.”

I didn’t understand that at all, but I focused on the target and let the knife fly through the air. I sighed in disappointment when I missed yet again.

“It’s like you weren’t paying attention at all to the musicals,” Fox sighed.

I didn’t dare tell him that I had fallen asleep during every single movie he forced me to watch. There were only so many hours of black and white movies I could stand. But luckily, every time I woke up, he was so enthralled in the movie that he didn’t notice me snoozing.

I glanced to the right and flushed at the audience watching us. A line of hot men leaned against the wall, all of them chatting as they watched the process. I tried to remember all their names, but there were just too many of them. I had to give them names in my head so I could keep them straight. Hollywood, he was the one who kept combing back his hair. And then there was Denzel…one of my favorite actors. The man who looked like Superman, Bruce Willis, the angry redneck, the Terminator, the sexy cowboy, and…well, Dash. I remembered his name easily enough.

“You’re not concentrating,” Fox grunted. “When you’re practicing, you need to be in the zone. What has you so distracted?”

My eyes mistakenly wandered over the man in front of me, taking in all that lean muscle and the dangerous glint in his eyes. I knew they were all married. Hell, I was married. But was it really wrong to let my eyes appreciate the male form?

“Fox!”

I jerked around at the sound of my husband’s angry voice. I hid the knives behind my back, though I wasn’t sure why. Bradley was pissed. His hair all mussed up like he’d been running his fingers through itover and over again, and his muscles bunching and twisting under that shirt that looked just a tad too small. Then again, most of these men looked like they needed a tailor for everyday clothes. And then there was the way he filled out those pants. I sighed internally, desperate for another kiss from my husband or a touch that might lead to more.

“What the fuck is going on?”

I quickly ducked my head, telling myself to stop staring at him. Unfortunately, my husband did not look at me the same way I looked at him. It was a shame, but not that surprising considering how we met. Maybe one day that would change, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“Excuse me, but you’re interrupting our lesson,” Fox chuckled. “You’ll need to get in line.”

I glanced at the men against the wall and frowned. What did that mean?

“Fox, my wife has been gone all day. I didn’t know where she was, and then I found out you had her in your creepy bedroom the whole time!”

“Excuse me, but my room is not creepy.”

Bradley grabbed my hand and tugged me to his side. “We’re going home.”

“But we were just getting into the basics of implementing dance fighting!” he shouted as Bradley dragged me behind him.

I didn’t know what my husband was so mad about, but as we stormed into the house a few minutes later, I began to wonder if this had anything to do with me at all. He was muttering to himself and pacing the room. He was probably just hungry.

“Do you want me to make some food?” I asked, skirting around him to the kitchen. It was already ten o’clock at night. He was probably starving.

“What were you doing with him all day?”

I snorted as I got to work in the kitchen, pulling out anything edible to make a meal. “Mostly slept. Fox forced me to watch a bunch of black and white musicals. And what is his obsession with Funyuns?I cannot eat another one of those if it’s the last edible thing in the kitchen.”

“And that’s all?”

I spun, watching him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“That’s all that happened?”

“What do you mean?”

His jaw clenched as he stared at me from the entry of the kitchen. Barely contained rage simmered under his skin that I didn’t understand.

“I mean, what else did you do with Fox?”

I shrugged, thinking over the long hours of my day. “Not much. After he deemed it appropriate for me to put my well-earned knowledge to use, we went to his training center where he gave me a beautiful set of throwing knives and proceeded to insult me at how bad I am at using them.”

“And then?”

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