1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)

by Nikki Castle

"Such a furious little ballerina," he murmurs, his lip curling into a smirk. He reaches to attach the strap for me.

"I got tired of always having to fight,” I add. “I needed to get away from it all." "Or maybe you were tired of surviving," she says absentmindedly, her gaze on where she's twirling her empty mug. "Maybe you wanted to learn how to live, instead."

“Good girl,” Kane praises, those two words doing more to me than my first boyfriend managed to do in an entire year.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're quite mouthy for a sweet little ballerina?"

"Have you ever let anyone drive your bike?" He cocks his head in thought. "No one's ever asked." "Who would have the balls to ask?" I ask with a chuckle. "Your balls are plenty big, princess."

“Only you could tell a woman she isn’t ‘a convenient piece of ass’ and call it a seduction.”