“Atta girl. Want to do a speed race?” “I’m gonna wipe the floor with you when we’re done,” she says, a glint in her eyes that lets me know she’s serious. I love it. I wasn’t expecting this side of her, but as an athlete in a family of athletes, a competitive spirit is sexy as hell. Anyone looking over right now probably sees the desire in the way I’m looking at her, and I don’t give a damn. It’s good for the image we’re trying to promote, right?
