Crois smiled. “That’s why I’m doing it.”
David continued. “Good. Now, before they call you out, I need to remind you… again that this is going to be a good clean fight.”
Crois nodded. “That’s what I’m planning on. I doubt that Pitts would do anything underhanded. He’s a good man.”
David shrugged. “He’s got a right hook like a-”
“Brick.” Crois filled in the gap. “I know you saw him train.”
David cleared his throat and looked away. “Now, don’t let this go to your head, boy. You haven’t had a lot of training time. I don’t understand why PD wants you to represent them but won’t give you the time to ready yourself.”
Crois bit back the words he wanted to say.
Since he’d arrested Veronica Catalano her uncle seemed to have pulled every string he could to make life difficult.
Apparently, he didn’t care how big an ass Crois would make of himself as long as he managed to make points on his grudge.
It was up to Crois to make time for training and he had.
Harmony had been more than understanding.
After this charity fight was over, he had plans to take her somewhere for a week and let her boss him around as much as she wanted.
He didn’t suffer in the least when she bossed him.
He enjoyed the shit out of it when she went in for kissed.
Even better when her hands went roaming over different parts of his body.
The more he put the ball in her court to do what she wanted the more they both enjoyed what happened.
It was the best kind of win win situation for the two of them.
He wanted to give her some uninterrupted time and hopefully they could get to the point where he could tell her that he loved her without making her uncomfortable.
A knock on the door turned both of their heads. One of the officials poked his head in and gave them both a nod. “Let’s go!”
Crois tapped his boxing gloves together and the door was pulled open.
The crowd outside cheered as the announcer introduced him.
As he moved down the aisle he could see firefighters and police in the crowd. Even the firefighters were cheering for him. When things were a fundraiser, sportsmanship generally won out.
Right before he got to the ring he saw Harmony standing in his corner.
She was smiling, but the smile was tight, her complexion even more pale than normal.
He didn’t think it was the heavy duty lights that washed her out.
Crois knew that she was afraid of the possible damage that he might take. The fact that she came anyway to be there for him, meant the world.
He wouldn’t have blamed her for begging off. She was a healer and he was bout to put himself in the way of another man’s fists.
David climbed up the steps to the ring and held the ropes open for Crois.
This was the moment of truth for Crois.
He knew he could fight.
