Fighting for Us (Bailey Brothers, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

“Why not? Are you afraid I’ll win?” I looked her up and down. “I probably have eighty pounds on you. Maybe more.” “So?” “I’d crush you.” “You think so? Since you’re so confident, how about we make it interesting?” “How?” “I bet I can make you tap out. If I win, I get what I want. If you win, you get what you want.” “What do you want?” “A date.” Fuck. I was unraveling so fast, my brain could hardly keep up. A date. Take Grace out on a date. I was supposed to be keeping my distance. Giving us both a chance to move on. But god, roll around on the mat with her? Touch all that skin? Get her sweat on my clothes? I wanted to do the right thing, but every man’s willpower has limits. I was definitely reaching mine. And it wasn’t like she could win. She’d looked good against Diego, but I was a trained fighter, and bigger than her. The risk was minimal. That’s what I was telling myself, at least. “Fine. You make me tap out, you get a date.” That sly grin of hers slid across her face again and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Good. Let’s do this.” “Hang on. What if I win?” She walked to the center of the mat and looked back at me. “If you want to pick something, suit yourself. But you’re not going to win, so it doesn’t matter.” “Is that so, tiger?” “Yep.”