I'd been fighting all my life.Making it my career choice seemed...logical.Sticking to what I was good at seemed...illogical as often as I ended up in the ER.Then my occupational hazard began to feel like more of a perk when I met, Katy. She was a night nurse at the ER I frequented. She could barely hide her contempt for me, which naturally made the curvy brunette with long wavy hair all the more irresistible.Now I just needed to convince her I was a better lover than a fighter.
They called him Dagger, for the looks he gave.He knew I hated him on sight, but still, he teased me and tried to sway me.There's no way it would work. I was on the run and still healing from a relationship with a 'roid-raging powerlifter. No way was I going to give it a go with someone trained to cause pain for a living.Then my ex tracked me down. And suddenly, having a fighter in my corner didn't seem like such a bad idea.