Page 45 of Timber's Line
“What’s up?”
“I want to check and make sure you’re okay.”
I’m touched that he would think to ask.
“I’m okay. A lot to take in.”
“I know. If I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t have chosen you.”
“But why did you?”
“Because the path to love isn’t paved.”
“Okay, cryptic.”
“You’ll understand one day. You’ll meet the guys in an hour. There will be a camera at the BBQ, but just to get some fun shots, not trained solely on you. Your next date will be this evening around six.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
He tips my chin up so I can look at him. “You’re going to be okay.” With that, he turns and heads out of the barn.
I swear, he can read minds and hearts sometimes.
I wonder if he knows everything about me.
CHAPTERTWENTY
DAYTON
I wake up with a headache.
London knocks on the loft door. “Come take a run with me.”
“Alright, keep your panties on,” I snap as he throws the door open.
He grins. “On second thought, let’s hit the bag.”
“Is the cage still here?”
“Yeah.”
“I think I need a good workout since I’m not fighting underground anymore.”
“That was for your own good.”
“I know. But I need a release.”
“A couple of the guys are up for sparring, but I think you should go against Silas.”
My eyes widen as he says this.
“Yeah, scared now.”
“I’m going to echo that douchebag, Ashton. He’s way bigger than me.”
“Yep, but I think you need a good sparring partner who can take your hits right now.”
We head out but freeze when we hear Timber and Sal. She sounds so sad. I did that.
