Page 60 of Fight for Forever

“Things have been going on in the background. Sam has had me focused on training to keep me from doing something stupid.”

“Are you still planning on fighting him?” I ask, my eyes wide.

“No,” he laughs. “Not a fucking chance. That’s part of the huge announcement happening tomorrow.”

“What huge announcement?”

“Are you alone?”

“What? Why do you ask? I am though,” I add.

“Can I come up?”

I get up and walk to the window. It’s hard to see down to the street from this high. I’m not even sure what I’m hoping to see.

Then I see him standing by his car on the sidewalk. He’s wearing a hat and is looking up towards my building, his phone pressed to his ear and positioned where he knows I will see him.

“Yes, just come over.”

“The doorman is that guy. You know, the real friendly one.”

“Oh,” I cringe. The one who loves Joey and will want to talk to him about all of this. “I could keep him occupied while you sneak in.”

“Not sure you remember, Kitten. I’m not the kind of guy who can sneak in anywhere.”

“I remember,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You know what, just stay where you are. I can handle it.”

“But-”

“I’m going in. If I’m not at your door in five minutes, come rescue me.”

I watch him as he ends the call, gives me a wave, and jogs across the street to my building.

Turning, I see all the evidence of what I’ve been doing for the last few hours. Shit. I’ve been scrawling notes about Marris. His face is still on the screen when I open my laptop. I shut it down and tidy everything up, then run to the bathroom to check on my appearance.

My hair is a mess from running my hands through it, and there are smudges under my eyes where I’ve rubbed my mascara. Good lord.

Using a wet wipe, I clean up my face, finger brush my hair, then straighten up my clothes, just as there is a tap at the door.

I hurry out and turn the locks.

“Megan, check who it is,” he says.

“I know it’s you.”

“You should still check,” he scolds me.

I peer through the peephole and see Joey standing there. Not that I didn’t already know who it was. But he’s right. All the things I’ve ingrained in myself over the years just went by the wayside because I am desperate to see him. That jolts me for a second.

“Are you okay?” he asks from the other side of the door.

When the door swings open, he stares at me, that knowing look in his eyes. He gives me a soft smile and steps inside, closing the door, then he wraps me up in his arms and I push my face against his chest.

“That was my fault,” he says. “I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

“I’m the one who was careless.”

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