That got a short laugh out of me. “You make that sound way easier than it is.”
“I didn’t say it was easy. I said it might happen.”
I shook my head. “Sponsor money for what though? A logo on my shorts?”
“Yeah. That. Gear. Local places. Supplement shops. Whatever.” He shrugged. “You start winning big fights, brands want their name attached to you.”
“Devon tell you this, or are you suddenly an expert now?”
He smirked. “Bit of both.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah.”
His fingers pressed into my side. “I’m serious.”
I knew he was.
He tipped his chin up a little. “If LA goes the way it’s supposed to, it could open shit up for both of us. More fights. More money. Sponsors. It’s not nothing. And even if it doesn’t happen right away, that doesn’t mean we can’t get there.”
Thewein that statement landed hard enough that I felt it all the way through me.
I ran my thumb along his jaw. “You really mean that.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I do.”
I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath longer than I realized. “I’m not asking you to cover me until then.”
“I know.”
“I mean it.”
“I know, Rowan.”
I kissed him before he could keep going, keeping it soft and sweet—nothing that would get us worked up.
When I pulled back, I asked, “You really think this fight might open more doors for us?”
“Yeah.”
“You really think somebody might want to sponsor me? I’m new to this world.”
He grinned a little. “I think if you go out there and choke another guy out, somebody’s going to want their logo on you.”
I laughed. “That’s romantic.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
“And for the record, I wasn’t joking about getting a place together.”
“I wouldn’t mind that either.”
“Good,” he murmured.
