He soon joined her before choking out, “Were they good at least?”
“Phenomenal.” She giggled. “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you some.”
“No, you’re not sorry. And I don’t want one now,” he replied, trying to sound put out but failing due to his own laughter.
“Fine. Something else then?”
“Come to my fight tomorrow night. You can ride with Seth and Tori or Kayla and Ronnie,” he replied with one last chuckle. “Don’t even think of saying no. Those cupcakes were made special just for me! Besides, I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“It has been a long time.” She sighed wistfully and then laughed. “So fine…I’ll be there. And for the record, they were the best things I’ve ever tasted. Absolutely delicious.”
Upon hearing the silence indicating that he had disconnected, she laughed at his teasing hang-up. That’s what she got for rubbing in just how good those cupcakes had been. After putting the phone back, she snuggled down into her pillow. She was now wearing a smile that felt wonderful after weeks of nothing but tears. Only Ian managed to push through her reservations. She fell asleep quickly compared to most nights and awoke refreshed.
* * *
The next evening found her following Seth and Tori toward a curtained and roped-off area where fighters prepared for their matches. Her stomach was in knots about seeing Ian again after nearly two months of no contact at all. She had truly expected that he would never speak to her again, but his late-night phone call seemed to have erased the weeks of emptiness and distance between them…at least for her. They would eventually have to talk about what she had said to him. She needed to apologize and explain. But right now it just felt good to see him once more.
As they approached Ian, who sat in a metal chair, he turned and the sight of his face stopped her midstep. She had grown used to his smoke-filled or icy eyes, his ornery grin and perfect teeth, but she was unprepared for the battered face that looked at her. A dark bruise over one eye was accompanied by a matching bruise on the opposite cheek and a split lip. No wonder Rusty Hawkins had come asking her for help. He was right. Ian shouldn’t be fighting, especially not in the condition he was in at the moment.
The next thing she knew she was standing right in front of him. She touched his cheek. “Oh God, Ian…what happened to you?” He only stared at her while she inspected his bruises and the painful-looking cut on his lower lip.
“You cannot fight tonight, Ian. How can you even see right now?” she admonished, gently placing one finger on the bruise covering his eyelid. His mouth parted slightly as his eyes closed. When he still didn’t respond she said, “Did you hear me, Ian? You can’t fight tonight. Your face can’t take losing another match.”
“Maybe I won’t lose this one,” he whispered.
Only then did she realize that she stood between his powerful thighs, and one of his giant hands rested on her waist. Instead of panic and an overwhelming need to get away from him, something warm settled in her stomach. She was touching him…and he was touching her in return. A tingly sensation started in her fingers, which were still resting on his warm face, and crawled up her arm.
Her concern over the cut on his lip disappeared, replaced by a mental picture of her…pressing her lips to his.
What would it be like to kiss him?
Since she was unable to get the image out of her head, she forced it to the back of her mind before she quietly said, “You have no way to know if you’ll win or not. You really shouldn’t fight tonight. Please don’t, Ian.”
“What if I promise to win?” he asked softly.
“You can promise all you want but… what if you don’t?” she replied.
“If I do win…you have to buy me ice cream afterward. If I don’t win, then I will stop fighting until you say I can get back in the ring.” He smiled as his eyes finally opened. The smoke was back in the depths of his gaze. “I can’t cancel this fight. I’m on thin ice with this circuit as it is, but I promise you I’ll win…if you’ll give me ice cream in return.”
“How can you be sure you’ll win?”
She could have sworn she heard him say, “Because you’re here.”
He stood up slowly but she didn’t step back. Instead she rested her hand against his massive chest—but not to push him away.
She couldn’t get enough of his smoke-filled eyes. With their gazes locked, his hand remained on her waist—but it didn’t bother her. She couldn’t look away from him. He was handsome…even with the bruises.
“I’ll give you anything I have to give. Just don’t take any more punishment. Please.”
“A kiss?” he asked with his lopsided smile and mischief shining in his eyes.
Releasing him, she quickly stepped back. That’s when she realized everyone had left and she was alone with Ian. She looked back at him just in time to watch the smoke leave his eyes and the ice return.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. Forget I said that. I am just…sorry.”
Swallowing the decades-old fear that began to creep in, she said, “Ice cream is all I can give. I won’t do…kissing.”
She somehow knew that unlike the men in her nightmare memories, which sometimes woke her in a cold sweat, this giant of a man wouldn’t force himself on anyone. What she didn’t expect was the slow smile that spread across his mouth. “I see how it is. You take whatever you want from me—pub fries, cupcakes, whatever. I give it up because that’s just the kind of guy I am, but what I want doesn’t matter.”
His smile increased the tingling in her belly, and she was unable to look away. He was flirting with her. Other men had trifled with her over the years, but she’d always managed to put an end to their attempts rather quickly, usually by getting away from them as fast as possible. Looking at Ian now, she realized she didn’t want to escape him. She wanted to give back as good as she got. She grinned in response and a whispered laugh escaped her.
“Unfortunately life is full of disappointment, Ian, but…how does it feel to want?” she asked in an attempt to flirt back before turning and walking away to find the rest of the group.
Flirting was so new. She kind of liked it, though. But only with Ian.
Chapter Six
The feel of Courtney’s hands on his face told him that as much as he had tried to convince himself otherwise…he liked her as more than just a friend.
He shouldn’t have such feelings about her considering everything she’d been through, but he did. Having her invade his personal space had brought those feelings to a whole new level. All he could think about was holding her tight, telling her that even though they didn’t know each other that well he had missed her…and that he wanted her. Desperately. She was in no way ready for his emotional confessions, though, so he kept them to himself. For now.
He didn’t have Ronnie’s looks or Seth’s moves or even Rusty’s way with women. Those qualities in his friends had never been something he was jealous of…until now. Knowing enough about Courtney’s issues to realize that pursuing her would be an uphill climb the whole way made him wish he had Ronnie’s looks, Seth’s confidence and Rusty’s command over the female species. He certainly could use any help he could get, because without those things he felt doomed to fail.
But she had flirted back.
Jess’s words about how Ian might be the one to convince Courtney that she did, in fact, like men only made his anxiety grow. His thoughts were a mess as he made his way to the ring. What if he did something wrong and never had a chance to kiss her? If he didn’t pull his head together he’d lose this match, too, and blow any possibility of spending time with her…period. Forcing his attention to the match ahead he stepped through the curtain divider.
He immediately picked her out of the crowd. He had missed the hell out of her. The past two months had been more brutal than anything he’d ever experienced. He kept waiting for h
is heart to get better, but it never did. As bad as losing the baby had been, her pushing him away had been a pain unlike anything he’d ever felt.
But she was here now—back in his life—and he would do whatever it took to keep her there. As friends…and maybe more, eventually.
Because he’d lost more matches over the past few weeks than he wanted to remember, his opponent believed that he actually stood a chance. Ian felt bad about that, but knowing midway through the second round that he’d be spending time with Courtney felt great. For the first time since he’d started this whole amateur fighting adventure, he didn’t want to hang around and wait to be recognized for his win. He wanted to grab Courtney’s hand and go somewhere. Instead he headed back through the roped off area and behind the curtains.
He had just sat down to towel off when he saw Jess headed toward him.
“That’s a little more like it, Buttercup. Did you finally get tired of letting the other little boys have their way with you?”
“Did you ever think that maybe I like it when they’re mean to me?” he asked with a grin.
“You’re a sick man, and I’m going to tell,” Jess replied in a childlike tone and then stuck her tongue out at him. “You up for another one next weekend or was tonight’s win a fluke?”
“Yeah, sure, why not?” he replied as he watched Ronnie make his way over.
“We have to head out, man. Something is going on with Zach. Addie called Tori and she and Seth just took off in a panic. Good to see you win this time,” Ronnie said to Ian. Then looking at Jess he said, “Can you run Courtney home? She rode with Tori and Seth.”
“No problem,” Jess replied. “Go on—and someone let me know that the little guy is okay?”
When Ronnie nodded and walked quickly toward the exit, Ian began to worry. Zach was his little workout buddy, and Ian had been blowing him off lately—the same as he had with the guys and Jess. As much as Ian wanted to spend time with Courtney, he owed it to Zach to be there. For moral support, if nothing else.
Turning back toward Jess, prepared to tell her that he would follow Ronnie to see what was going on with Zach, he came up short at seeing Courtney standing there instead. Jess was talking to one of the promoters over near the registration table.
“I hope Zach is okay and that it’s nothing serious. I guess Addie and Caleb took him to the children’s hospital. Were you going to go and see if they need anything?” Courtney asked. Ronnie’s stepdaughter and Seth’s brother had been watching Zach for the evening while Seth and Tori came to see Ian’s fight.
“Yeah, actually. I want to go by there and check on my little man,” he replied.
“Call me later and let me know how he is?”
“You want to go with me?” he blurted out before stopping to think. He immediately second-guessed his offer, wondering if the sight of all those sick children would be too much for her to handle.
She hesitated, but only for a split second. “Yes, I do want to go with you.”
“Here. Take your winnings with you and buy the little guy something noisy and cool,” Jess said, smacking the cash he’d won against his chest with the flat of her hand.
Stuffing the bills into a pocket of his shorts, Ian led Courtney out of the building to his car. The ride to the children’s hospital was quiet, but he felt Courtney looking at him from time to time. She had voluntarily sat in the front seat, so he hadn’t lost too much ground with her.
When they arrived at the hospital and asked about Zach they were told to have a seat in the waiting room. Finding Ronnie, Kayla, Addie and Caleb standing just inside the waiting area, he and Courtney joined them.
“What happened?” Ian asked Ronnie.
“They’re saying it’s his appendix. He’s already in the operating room,” Ronnie replied. “We are going to run Caleb back and then head home ourselves. Tori and Seth are in Zach’s room for when he’s out of surgery. He’ll be here for a few days afterward. You can go up to the room if you want.”
Ronnie handed Ian a piece of paper with a room number on it before saying goodbye. After they left, he and Courtney headed upstairs. Inside the room, Tori had her head buried in Seth’s arm for comfort. Tori looked up and gave him a half smile.
The shared room was split in half. On the far side sat a woman whose little boy had just received a shot from a nurse who was gathering up her things to leave and hardly even comforting the child. The boy’s mother was on the phone trying to find someone to sit at the hospital with the boy the following day, so she wouldn’t miss more work. It sounded like she couldn’t afford to take any more time off. He wasn’t sure who he felt worse for, the woman or the little boy.
“I’m sorry you had to get a shot,” Ian said in an effort to alleviate the boy’s anxiety and allow his mother to finish up her phone call. Then Ian shuddered dramatically to emphasize his dislike of shots.
“I was brave so now I get some Jell-O,” the boy replied with a teary smile. “Are you a boxer?”
Glancing down at himself, Ian realized he hadn’t changed after his fight or removed the wrap off his wrists. Knowing kids had an unusual ability for sniffing out the truth he said, “Yeah, sort of. I wouldn’t want to fight you, though.”
The boy giggled and said, “Why not? Your muscles are huge!”
“Yeah, but you took that shot like it was nothing. That makes you pretty tough in my book. It’s not all about the muscles. It’s about being tough,” he said, as the boy’s mother finished up her phone call. “I bet you could take me in an arm wrestling match.”
“No way! You’d win for sure,” the boy said with conviction and a smile.
“Want to bet on that?”
“I don’t have any money.” The boy giggled.
“See if your mom can spot you a few bucks,” Ian said.
Seeing that her son was being effectively sidetracked from his earlier tears, the woman dug around in her purse, produced a dollar and handed it to the little boy. When he put it on the tray that went across his lap, Ian felt around in his pocket for the money he’d won in the fight. It wasn’t much—a hundred-dollar bill and one twenty. Pulling the hundred out, he laid it down next to the boy’s dollar.
“That’s pretty steep odds there,” Ian said to the boy’s mother. “He’s not a professional or anything, right?”
Realizing that Ian was trying to help her out, the woman shook her head no to indicate she couldn’t accept the money, but before she could say anything more, he said, “Okay, good then. Pick an arm.”
“I’m a lefty.” The boy smiled proudly showing two missing top teeth and then put his left arm up on the tray. The boy’s mother looked away from them both in an attempt to hide the tears in her eyes.
“I shouldn’t have bet you. Southpaws are the toughest to beat,” Ian replied, putting his left arm on the tray, as well.
After a good five minutes and the best performance of his life, Ian finally conceded defeat to the boy. Making a show of how sore his arm was from arm wrestling, he said, “Half that money belongs to your mom, since it was her dollar to begin with.”
When the boy’s excitement over his big win died down Ian turned back to Tori and Seth and asked, “What can I do for you guys or for Zach?”
Looking over at the other little boy, who was beginning to doze off from whatever medicine had been in the shot, Tori said, “Zach will be out of it well into tomorrow, and it’s already so late. Go on home. Just visit him as often as you can, starting tomorrow evening.”
As Ian and Courtney left and headed toward his car he said, “I’m sorry. It’s really late, and I don’t think the ice cream place is still open. So it looks like you’re off the hook…this time.”
“Maybe I should stick with the raspberry tea anyway…like you suggested.” She smiled sadly.
“That stuff can’t still be good if you have any left,” he replied, after th
ey were safely ensconced in his car.
“No it’s been gone for a good while now, but I’ll accept more of that in place of the ice cream.”
“I’ve got the stuff to make more at the house. I’d be happy to make you some or better yet show you how to make it for yourself,” he offered.
“I’d like that.” After several minutes of silence she continued, “You’re really good with kids.”
“They like me, especially boys, because of my size. I’m a big punching bag, jungle gym and tumbling mat all rolled into one oversize package,” he replied with a laugh, patting his muscled stomach as he directed the car toward her place. “Being a big dummy sometimes does serve a purpose.”
“You’re not a big dummy. In fact, I really think you should consider taking some courses at the college. If not for obstetrics and gynecology then maybe for something involving pediatrics.”
“Let’s be real. I barely made it through high school. College is just not something I can do, especially anything in the medical field. I mean, that’s like righteously hard, right?”
“What you did for that little boy back there and his mother—that’s where your heart is. That’s where you should be focused. Not on a cage match or cleaning Jess’s apartment.” A look passed over her face before she swallowed hard. “You’ll make a good dad someday.”
Some of the ridiculous notions he’d entertained when Courtney had been pregnant floated through his mind and without thinking he said, “You’ll make a great mom someday, too.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen.” She sighed quietly.
“I swore to myself I wasn’t going to ruin things by saying something stupid, but that’s where the big dummy part comes in. I don’t learn from my mistakes very well. So here goes…I know the baby wasn’t mine, but after going to class with you and getting to know you, I had this stupid idea that maybe you’d learn to trust me and maybe…I don’t know…share the baby with me or something. I was really starting to get excited about the little guy after painting the nursery and everything and then all of a sudden he was just…gone.”
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