Page 189 of Dream Girl
Sure.
Might as well. I felt like I always owed her for something, anyway. It wasn’t my favorite, and she knew it. It wasn’t because it was a ladies' class. We had some bad bitches at my gym, and I was happy to work with them. It was because it was a boxerobics class to pop music.
Pop music was also not my thing.
Grace looked over when she finished playing. “How’d it sound? Sucky? It felt sucky. This piece is difficult.”
“You play it faster than Bren, but it sounded fine,” I replied. Classical music wasn’t my thing either.
Maybe Brennan could eventually put his issues aside and take Grace to classical music concerts. Someone should appreciate them, and not just go to be in the dark with Brennan for a few hours.
A thought struck me. “How are you feeling? I have to teach a class at my boxing gym. Do you want to come with me?”
I should find out what she could do and teach her some things. Especially after seeing herwhack a shooter with a chair.
“Can we take the motorcycles?” Her eyes lit up. “I’m cleared for exercise. Also, after playing the dance game, I realized I should probably add more cardio back into my life.”
“We have a gym in the basement, and you can use it whenever you want. I’ll take you on my motorcycle. You don’t have a license. Evan’s motorcycle is way too high for you. Your toes won’t touch the ground. But, you can try mine later, and show me what you can do, so we can get you signed up for the test,” I told her.
Her head lolled from side to side. “Fair. When do we leave? What do I wear?”
“Wear whatever you want to exercise in, and sneakers. You can wear Riley’s gloves. You can bring your stuff and change there. We should leave soon.” I went into my room to get my stuff.
Our living room doubled as Brennan’s office, which is why I often watched TV with Evan in his room. That and no one else would watch cheesy foreign subtitled action movies with me.
Would Grace like them? She liked regular action movies.
I got my boxing bag out of the closet and made sure Riley’s gloves were in there. I should take them both regularly. Riley picked up fast and would do well if we put some time and effort into her training.
Going back downstairs, I put my bag on the table, filled up a water bottle for each of us, and got myself a snack. Grace came downstairs in jeans, one of Evan’s shirts, and her leather jacket. She had her helmet in one hand and a bag in the other.
“Ready? We can grab food after class,” I told her. Would she like my usual places?
Grace nodded. We put on our shoes and went into the garage. She immediately went to Evan’s bike, which stood next to mine. Brennan took his to work nearly every day because he didn’t like cars. I usually drove my convertible.
“This is beautiful,” she sighed.
“What did you have back at university?” Probably a scooter. I grabbed my helmet.
“A little pink street bike. Nothing exciting, but it got me where I needed to go,” she replied, pulling on her helmet.
We got on, and she wrapped her arms around my waist, nice and close. The only girl who had ever been on the back of my bike was Riley.
Taking off, we went back into the city, to an old warehouse that had been converted into a boxing gym.
We went inside, and I waved at the owner, who was at the front desk.
“Jett, great job at the tournament. I didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” Marti said. She was an older beta, tough as nails, and ran this place with her husband. I’d been going here since I was at the police academy–which was pre-Brennan. A lot of us were in law enforcement. It was a no-alpha gym, and nearly everyone was a beta.
“Cam convinced me to teach her 7 pm.” I shrugged.
“Who’s this?” Marti looked appreciatively at Grace, who stood there, taking in what lay beyond the glass separating the reception area from the rest of the gym–there were several rings and open workout areas.
“This is Grace. She’s Evan’s,” I told her.
“You should train her for Omega League,” she replied.
Hmmm. Maybe? I unlocked the door with my handprint and let us into the main gym.
