I laughed. “Are you certain I don’t have it?”
He cocked his head to the side.
I widened my grin. “See you in the morning. Don’t be late.”
He didn’t say anything, but his expression gave his thoughts away. He was beyond skeptical. That was fine with me. I was okay with proving myself to him and anyone else who doubted me.
Chapter 6
Good to Great
Luke
“What does this broad have me doing?” I mumbled as I turned into the parking lot of the address she’d texted me the day before. It was that of a strip mall about thirty minutes from my gym.
“Denis’s Dance Studio,” I read the name of the business I’d parked in front of. I stared at the light pink doorway with an image of a couple dancing some silly ass dance from the last century.
I shook my head because this couldn’t be the right place. Syd likely got her shit wrong and sent me the wrong address. We must’ve been meeting at the gym that was only a few doors down from the dance studio.
Getting out of my car, I headed in the direction of the gym. However, I only got a few steps when I heard her voice behind me.
“Wrong way.”
“You’re shitting me, right?” I asked, pointing toward the dance studio.
Her response was a slow smile and a shake of her head.
Glancing over my shoulder, I peered at the gym before looking back at Syd.
“Let’s go. The owner’s doing this as a favor for me.”
“I’m not going in there,” I said, squaring my shoulders and looking her in the eye.
“Luke, you have to. This is part of your training.”
“Bullshit it is.”
She sighed and moved toward the door of the dance studio, knocking on it. “You’re going inside.”
Before I could let her know that I most definitely wasn’t going in there, the door flung open.
“Syd,” a male voice yelled, too excited for it to be so early in the morning. “Greetings. Come in,” he said in a thick accent.
“Denis, good morning. This is Luke McConnell. The fighter I told you about,” she said, extending her hand to me.
That was when I watched as a balding dude dressed in black heeled shoes, dress pants, a vest with a white button up beneath it, stepped from behind the door.
“No fucking way,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“You’re coming,” Syd said as she approached, moving behind me and pushing me in the direction of the studio’s door.
Entering the space, I saw it really was a fucking dance studio. The kind with hardwood floors, open space in the middle, mirrors on each of the far walls type of deal.
“What are we doing here and what does this have to do with my training?” I turned, pinning Syd with my stare.
“Calm down. Denis has been kind enough to give us private dance lessons for this phase of your training.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re trying to get my ass kicked.”
