"We'll see how it goes.
She knows Trey's in my life and I hope to keep him there.
Trey, though .
I know he won't like it."
I felt for both men.
It was going to take a lot of compromising for their relationship to work out.
"How about we forget about our significant others for a night and have an action movie marathon? I brought some nonalcoholic champagne home."
His brows rose.
"Where's the fun in that?" "Can't mix your meds with booze, you know," I said dryly.
"No Krav Maga for you tonight?" "I'll make it up tomorrow.
I feel like chilling with you.
I want to sprawl on the couch, and eat pizza with chopsticks and Chinese food with my fingers."
"You're a rebel, baby girl."
He grinned.
"And you've got yourself a date."
* * *
Parker hit the mat with a grunt and I shouted, thrilled with my own success.
"Yes," I said with a fist pump.
Learning to toss a guy as heavy as Parker was no small feat.
Finding the right balance to gain the leverage I needed had taken me longer than it probably should have because I'd had such a hard time concentrating over the last couple of weeks.
There was no balance in my life when my relationship with Gideon was skewed.
Laughing, Parker reached out to me for a hand up.
I gripped his forearm and tugged him to his feet.
"Good.
Very good," he praised.
"You're firing on all cylinders tonight."
"Thanks.
Wanna try it again?" "Take a ten-minute break and hydrate," he said.
"I need to talk to Jeremy before he takes off."
Jeremy was one of Parker's co- instructors, a giant of a man that the students had to work their way up to.