Page 12 of Captivating

Killian

I’m in, but I can’t drink.

Noah

Looks like Killer’s driving.

Jamie

Is Lilah coming?

Noah

Doubt it. The only time she’s left the house is to go to the gym or my parents’ house.

Maverick

Should we force her out?

Noah

Nah. She’d be pissed.

Maddox

Lilah’s even hotter when she’s pissed.

Noah

Gross, dude.

Maddox

She’s not my sister.

I ignore whatever else the guys say and shove my phone back in my pocket.

Pretty sure I’ve never wanted to punch Maddox as much as I do right at this moment.

Lilahishot when she’s pissed, and it’s so much fun to piss her off. It’s easy too.

She’s been at Crucible every day since the self-defense class... showing up in skintight leggings and a crop top. Or worse, skintight booty shorts and a sports bra. Smiling at everyone inside. Everyone but me. Me, she glares at. Full-on fucking glares.

Her curves are softer than most of the female fighters we have training. Her muscles not quite as defined but still there. A hidden strength.

She won’t come near me. Just runs on the treadmill or attacks the StairMaster with her headphones on, humming or singing while she’s at it.

And the girl barely breaks a sweat.

It’s more like a glow.

A fucking glow.

“You talking to yourself, baby brother?” My older sister, Brynlee, walks into her office and kicks the door shut behind her. She’s been the physical therapist at Crucible for a few years now, and honestly, I love having her here...usually. “Up on the table, Killian. Let me see that shoulder.”

I hop up on the table and shrug out of my shirt so she can manipulate my muscles. My shoulder has been giving me a hard time for a few days, and with the fight two months away, that’s a problem.

“So... why were you talking to yourself?” Her thumb digs in, pressing on a pressure point near the joint, and I wince.

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