“An EMT,” he grinned. “Let’s hope that he doesn’t need you to stitch him back together tonight.”
With that, he walked away, chuckling to himself.
When he was nearly to the back door of the warehouse, he called over his shoulder. “Come on. I’ll show you the way to the locker room. You can give your man a kiss before Pitts messes up his pretty face.”
Shaking her head, Harmony rushed after the older man determined to take advantage of that very opportunity.
She just hoped that Crois wouldn’t need her skills after the fight, but if he did, she’d be there.
CROIS
Standing in the locker room, waiting for his cue to enter the boxing venue, Crois caught sight of the back of his robe that his trainer had given him to wear.
The robe was made of Royal Blue Satin and the back of it had letters embroidered in shining white silk spelling out ST. CYR.
For a moment he remembered the way Harmony’s voice sounded when she sighed the word Saint while they were kissing. The more she did it the more she was able to put the right accent into her voice and made it sound more like sin.
He heard someone clear his throat and he turned to look at the other man.
It was David, his trainer who was watching him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Careful, boy.” He chuckled. “You keep thinking about your woman and you’re gonna put on more of a show than people paid for.”
Crois reached down and adjusted his dick in his boxing trunks.
“How did you know what I was thinking about, old man.”
David’s mouth was shaped into a smirk. “I got this old by living. I know what that silly smile on your face means. Besides,” he folded his arms across his chest, “I saw your woman outside. Pretty thing.”
Crois smiled at the mention of Harmony. “She’s beautiful.”
David nodded. “True ‘nuff. The best thing about her is that I bet she doesn’t think it and she won’t take shit from you.”
Crois agreed. “You sound like you know her pretty well.”
David shook his head. “Naw, son. But I know you. Same difference.”
“Okay. Okay. Where did you take her?”
David pointed at the door that lead out to the main venue in the converted warehouse. “I took her out and set her up by the ropes.”
Crois was happy to hear that.
When he’d asked Harmony to be in his corner literally, she’d balked at first.
She didn’t want to see him hurt.
He’d gone and done something stupid, promising her that he wouldn’t let Pitts give him more than a few glancing blows.
He had a feeling that Harmony knew that he was bullshitting her, but she was still willing to show up and be there for him.
That’s what David had likely picked up on.
The crowd on the main floor of the venue started to cheer and Crois said a quick prayer.
Pitts was likely making his way to the ring from the other dressing room. The crowd was well divided between Police and Fire along with other curious onlookers.
David nodded. “You should know that they took in a record amount in ticket sales for this fight.”
