Page 66 of Stiletto's Savior

“Your father? The guy who?—”

The one who at a time told me I wouldn’t amount to anything if I didn’t follow in our family footsteps.

“Yeah, that one.” I cut her off, not wanting to relive that mess. “He requested a 40% ownership stake in the gym.”

“Forty percent?” Her voice is a mix of surprise and disbelief. “He didn’t want a 51% share?”

“I know, right. I didn’t expect him to give me majority control. He’s sending his prospects here. They’ll train under me for competitions, and it’ll help us get a reputation.” I run a hand over my buzzed head, feeling the weight of the decision. “It’s a solid plan and with any luck, a successful one.”

“Wow.” She leans back, processing it. “So you’re serious about this.”

“Dead serious.” I steer the truck onto a quiet street, glancing over at her. “I want this to work, Song. I’ve said it a million times, but I need you to know how important this is to me—us, building a life here with you. I’m all in, girl.”

Her hazel-green eyes hold mine, her gaze piercing, as if she’s searching my soul. “I know you are, Miles.” Her voice is soft but steady. “I’m all in too.”

A wave of relief washes over me. “Good.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in.

Our shared silence is comfortable as we head down another road, into the center of town.

“I meant what I said,” I break the quiet, turning to face her. “I want to build this life with you. But not just the gym, Song. You’re more important to me than any business.”

“I know Miles.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “And I want this life with you too…” She meets my gaze fearlessly, her eyes swimming with emotion.

“Just wait till I whip this place into shape,” I add, my confidence building. “We’ll be unstoppable.”

“Just don’t expect me to lift any weights.” She laughs, playfully rolling her eyes.

“Hey, I’ve got plans for you too.” I smirk, teasing her. “But first, we need to grab some hot chocolate.”

“Hell yeah we do,” she replies, her laughter infectious.

The truck rolls to a stop outside a little café.

The scent of cocoa wafts through the air, mixing with the crisp Montana breeze.

Song hops out, her red hair catching the light, and I feel that familiar jolt in my gut.

“Last one in pays!” she calls, darting ahead.

“You little shit!” I shout, laughing as I chase after her.

She’s quick, but I’m faster.

I catch up just as she reaches the door, pushing it open with a flourish.

“Two hot chocolate, please!” she beams at the barista as she gets to the counter, her hazel eyes sparkling.

“Coming right up,” he replies, pouring steaming milk into mugs.

I lean against the counter, watching her.

“It’s on me,” I say, pulling out some cash.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that. I’m the sore loser here,” She raises an eyebrow, teasing me.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You’re worth it.” I smirk back.

“Okay, Mr. Generous.” She rolls her eyes, but I can see the warmth creeping into her cheeks.

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