“You wanna do this, then we do it. No half measures. And no throwing up walls after you break down mine.” The accusation had my blood heating. “Says the man who’s been avoiding me for the past two weeks.” Cope’s rough palm pressed into my belly, pushing me back one step, then two, three, until my back hit a solid surface, but not one that caused any pain. The movement and how it felt told me it was a punching bag. “Because you scare the hell out of me, Warrior. Because you make me feel more than I ever thought I could.”
