When Molly meets her intimidating new boss, Beatrice, she’s judged by her last name and fancy connections—not her talent. But Molly’s no pushover. She loves her job with the Washington Wolves and won’t let anyone doubt her. A powerful project with Amazon lands in her lap, and now, she must prove she’s more than just a pretty face.
She swore. “You treat the employees like family,” I said. She danced around me, neither one of us making a move. “You do the same to the clients.” I slapped the mitts and she attacked, jab, cross, cross. “Good,” I yelled. “And you know every inch of this place like it’s your own home. You…
Molly shrugged helplessly. “Peace, Isabel. I gain peace from knowing I’ve forgiven her for leaving, and she realizes it. Maybe Brooke has stayed away all these years because she doesn’t know how she’d be greeted.” The look I gave Molly could only be described as incredulous. “We’re making excuses for her now?” “No,” she answered…
I’d been lying to myself that I was only curious about her as my employee. It wasn’t polite or professional as I stood and watched her. This had sharp, snapping teeth and a voracious appetite, something I hadn’t tapped into before. Like shaking a limb that had fallen asleep, wincing through the pins and needles…
Isabel eyed me carefully. “Who says I have a problem?” “Anyone with eyes, based on how you were treating that defenseless bag.” I hit the mitts together, the sharp snapping sound echoing around the gym. She didn’t so much as flinch. “Come on, Ward.” For a moment, she just stared at me, and I found…
“You don’t want to pull another three-class day?” she teased. “Hell no.” I arched my back, which was still sore. “Not when I do two the day before. I’m too old for this shit.” “You’re twenty-five, Iz.” “Yes, but my attitude is so, so much older.” Aiden approached the front desk, eyes on a small…
“Apparently not.” I tossed my notebook aside and stood. Her hair was tumbling out of a ponytail, her chest already glistened with sweat, and I tilted my head to the side as I studied her workout tank. “Is your shirt on backward?” She glanced down. “Ummm …” “Oh, my word. That’s why you’re late?” Molly…
Casey breathed out a laugh. “I hope not. I’ve always had really weak upper body strength anyway.” “That’s okay,” I assured her. “If you feel comfortable with it, I’d like you to act as the aggressor right now, and I’ll show you a couple of things.” “What should I do?” From the corner of my…
His hand tightened, my skin humming as it did, and I swung my arm around again—harder this time—and when he stumbled forward, I kicked my foot into the back of his already bent knee, and he immediately fell forward. Casey clapped. “That was awesome.” With a grin, I gave her a high five. “And I’m…
At some point, I’d always known that the right person would wedge their foot in the proverbial door before I could slam it shut. But it would have to be a big foot. No pun intended. The thought of big feet and big hands and big … arms had me shoving food in my mouth…
Paige shook her head. “She doesn’t want to use any time off that close to the wedding. I think she’ll be gone for work, anyway.” Because we’d already teased her relentlessly about it when she first started her planning, I raised my voice when I replied. “Yeah, what kind of bride plans an October wedding…