by Lori Foster
“But you’re so good at it.”
He cupped her behind and grinned. “I’m good at loving you, too.”
“Oh, Dean.” She kissed him silly. “I don’t want you to give up fighting for me.”
“Don’t think that, okay? I’m redirecting myself, which is something I’ve been considering for awhile. I love the sport too much to leave it completely, and if I got a really good challenge, I might be lured out of retirement. It happens. But for now I want to teach. I’m even better at teaching than I am at fighting, and I know I’ll make one hell of a coach.” Half under his breath, he said, “God knows, Gregor needs work.”
Eve suddenly laughed.
Enjoying the sound, Dean turned her beneath him, got comfortable, and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, I was just thinking….” She wrapped her arms around him, the picture of a happy woman. “It sure will make things interesting, having Havoc in Harmony.”
“I hope so,” he told her. “Because with you here, I don’t plan on leaving again anytime soon.”