He was just worried that he’d trip over the rope with his long feet in his boots and end up faceplanting in the ring. He duckedunder the top and stood up, relieved that he’d made it safely inside.
He turned around, waving his upraised gloves to egg on the crowd.
The cheers got louder and he turned to see Harmony standing in his corner of the ring.
As the announcer went over some of the details of the match, Crois moved to his corner and Harmony got up on the edge of the ring. She reached into the ring an undid his belt. She helped him shrug off the robe, dropping the satin garment over her arm.
“You better not get hurt,” she grumbled at him. “I’ll patch you up but I won’t like it.”
“Noted.” He smiled at her and then she surprised him.
Harmony leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.
The crowd surrounding the ring went CRAZY!
Cheers.
Whistles.
Whoops and hollers, too!
Harmony backed off and stepped back down to the floor just David leaned in to give him a last minute instruction.
“Keep your guard up. Swing when you can hit that meathead. And… and try not to get hurt. I’m afraid of your woman.”
Crois reached out and set his glove on David’s shoulder.
His trainer turned around and Crois smiled at him. “Me, too.”
David nodded. “I knew you were smart.”
HARMONY
Harmony felt like there was danger in every shadow around the room and with the lights set up for the boxing match, there were plenty of shadows.
The first round already had her shaking with nerves.
Crois and Hank had traded blows which left her shaken.
Harmony knew Hank from the firehouse and she’d seen him work out in the weight room at the fire house.
She knew first hand how strong he was.
He wasn’t pulling punches either.
When he managed to land a hit on Crois he did it like he meant it, which she knew was going to be the case.
She’d been fooling herself to think that the men would make this more of a show than an athletic event.
Wishful thinking.
A second round came and went and Harmony found herself crouched in Crois’ corner cleaning blood off of his face.
There was a laceration on his forehead and there was the making of a bruise on his cheekbone that was going to hurt like a… son of a gun after this fight was over.
There was a moment when she considered asking him to just bow out, but she kept her mouth shut while she was dabbing the blood off his face.
The only thing she told him before the third round started was that, “You owe me, Saint.”
