Fighting for Love

For a long time after the divorce, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. Guarding my heart was easier keeping my distance. Nadia did a number on my heart. The night she told me she never loved me practically floored me…

“You’re not serious. I gave up everything for you,” I said, rubbing my brow.

She scoffed. “I only married you because of the baby. Now that she’s gone, I can’t stand to look at you.”

We tried counseling, but it was meaningless. The shrink said Nadia was grieving. He thought I should give her time. But time wouldn’t erase the past or the hurt. So, I gave her the best thing I could—a divorce.

That was three years ago.

I had been good on my own until Kaya. She changed a lot since childhood. So much so I didn’t recognize her. It was probably a good thing. Without memories clouding my mind, nature could take its course. There was something about the woman that drew me in, made me want to protect her. But she didn’t need protection.

Far from it.

The way she threw punches let me know someone had trained her. If I were a true betting man, I would put my money on Tate. Since boxing wasn’t an option in school, we chose wrestling. We ran into each other at a local gym offering boxing instruction and became sparring partners. We learned the basics and perfected our techniques. Honestly, I saw a little of Tate in Kaya’s unorthodox stance—a tendency to go flat-footed instead of staying on her toes.

But I liked it.

Hell, I liked her.