You’re a born coach, man. I can see it.” A born coach. Declan had said I was a born fighter. I liked this take on it a lot better. “You know what, let’s talk about what it would take,” I said. “I’m interested.” Mark shook my hand. “Great. We’ll set something up.” Grace bit her bottom lip through her smile as Mark went back into the gym. I slipped an arm around her waist. “You look awfully happy.” “I’m just so proud of you.” I kissed her forehead. “Thanks, Gracie Bear.”
