And he’s huge.
Landon is big but this guy is…massive.
Suddenly I freeze, alarmed.
Did they send someone after me?
“Hi.” He smiles, pausing in the doorway. “My name is Elliott. I was with Gr—er, Landon last night. I don’t know if you ever saw my face.”
No, but I heard his voice and it’s familiar.
My body automatically relaxes.
“Yes, I think so. Everything is fuzzy.”
“Landon needed a shower and food, so I’m staying here until he gets back. We don’t want you to be alone. Just in case.”
I arch my brows. “Just in case what?”
He frowns. “Uh, is it okay if I sit down? If you’re not comfortable, I can stay outside.”
I scowl. “Yes, you can sit down. And I’m not some fragile china doll. Tell me what’s going on.”
Oops. I probably shouldn’t take out my irritation on him. None of this is his fault.
Ironically, he just smiles and sinks into the chair Landon occupied all night.
“You saw their faces,” he says in a voice that’s far too gentle for such a mountain of a man.
And why does he look so familiar?
“Where do I know you from?” I ask abruptly, ignoring what he said because I just don’t have it in me to deal with that. “And it’s not from last night.”
He hesitates. “Are you into MMA?”
That’s it.
“Oh my God. You’re Rage the Cage.” I inadvertently clap a hand over my mouth.
He chuckles. “I was, yes.”
“Holy shit. And now you’re a bodyguard with Landon?”
“Yes.”
“You were so badass.”
“I honestly don’t know many women who were into it enough to recognize me.”
“You were Heavyweight champion…two years in a row?”
“Three.” He grins and his smile is almost as charming as Landon’s.
“We used to watch when I was in college. There was a whole group of us and we’d go to a bar to watch the fights. You and Thugmaster were my favorites.”
He chuckles. “Thug was a cool guy. We were really good friends, despite how hard we went at it in the ring. Sadly, he passed away a few years ago in a car accident.”
“I saw that.”
