“You saying that never makes it sound better.” She bit into a piece of bread.
“It’s not supposed to,” Dad stated.
I chuckled. “You two really know how to make a guy feel cared for.”
Dad shrugged. “You didn’t come over here on a Saturday night just so your mother could examine your face and argue with me about your hair.”
“No.” I swallowed, then set my fork down. “Devon, the owner of Titan Elite, is taking me to LA in a few months for a fight.”
Mom’s entire expression changed. “LA?”
“Yeah.”
Dad set his fork down too. “How big of an event are we talking about?”
“Bigger than the local stuff. Scouts are supposed to be there. Agents too.”
Mom stared at me. “Rowan, that’s huge.”
A smile pulled at my mouth. “I know.”
Dad tipped his head. “Do you know who you’re fighting yet?”
“Not for sure. Devon’s got an idea, but nothing’s locked in.”
Mom reached for her glass of wine. “How long will you be gone?”
“Just a few days.”
Dad held my gaze. “You ready for that level?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t look away. “I am.”
He studied me for another second, then picked up his fork again. “All right. Then make it count.”
“Where are you staying?” Mom asked.
“The owner of Titan Elite is handling it.”
“And who’s going?”
“A few of us from Titan.” I took another bite before adding, “Keaton too.”
Both of them looked at me.
Mom set her glass down. “You and Keaton are talking again?”
“Yeah.”
“Since when?” she asked.
“Recently.”
Dad leaned back in his chair. “Recentlydoesn’t answer much.”
“It answers enough.”
Mom gave me a look. “It really doesn’t.”
