Full Contact (Worth the Fight #2) - Sidney Halston Page 0,61
pulled Violet into the booth. “Chrissy Martin, Jessica Cross, this is Violet Channing, my best friend from Amarillo, Texas. She’s thinking of moving to town.”
“Welcome. Want a drink?” Jessica asked.
“Hell, yeah!” Violet exclaimed. Then she caught side of something on the other side of the bar. “Omigod! Who’s that?” she asked.
All the women turned their heads.
“That’s Slade Martin,” Jamie Lynn told her, “Chrissy’s brother and Jessica’s unrequited love interest and therefore very out of the question. And you remember my twin brother, Travis. And that other guy next to him, he’s one of the trainers of WtF—”
“What the fuck?” Violet asked.
“Huh? What the fuck what?” Jamie Lynn asked.
“You said WtF, and WtF stands for—”
“Oh!” Chrissy giggled. “No, silly. The gym is called Worth the Fight, or WtF. Get it? Short version is, when the old man who used to own it named it a hundred and one thousand years ago, acronyms weren’t invented yet.” Chrissy giggled some more, then gulped down some more of her drink.
“Yeah, exactly,” Jamie Lynn continued. “So as I was saying, Worth the Fight Academy, or WtF, is co-owned by Slade. And that’s one of his trainers, Cain Sorensen. Oh, and that redhead who just walked over to them, that’s Jessica’s BFF and the other co-owner of WtF, Francesca Silva.”
“Stop right there,” Violet said with a strange look on her face. “I don’t care about the rest. Did you say that’s Cain Sorensen?”
Jamie Lynn nodded.
“Why is Brazil here?” Jessica interrupted. “Ugh! And look, why does she have to be all over Slade?”
“Honey, she’s not all over Slade,” Jamie Lynn said.
“Bullshit, her hand is on his arm. See?” Jessica pointed at the men and was so loud they all turned to look at her.
“Shit!” Jessica slurred, sliding down in her seat. “I think they heard me.”
“I think everyone in the entire town heard you. And by the way, she was kinda touching all the guys. I think it’s harmless—it’s just the way she is. Probably a Brazilian thing.”
Jessica groaned. She didn’t like “just the way she is.” Francesca was trying to poach her man, she just knew it. Women had these instincts about other women.
“I can’t believe he’s here, of all places,” Violet said.
“Who?” Chrissy asked.
“Cain,” Violet responded.
“You know him?” Jamie Lynn asked.
“Of course. Remember him? He started at…oh, wait. You had already moved to Tarpon Springs.”
“Cain is from Amarillo?”
“Yep.” Violet looked down at her drink, her mood entirely changed.
“I don’t know if I’ve heard Cain say an entire sentence. He’s not a talker,” Jamie Lynn said.
“Like…at all,” Chrissy added.
“With a body like that, who cares?” Jessica put in.
And all four women sighed again before Jessica yelled, “Another round!”
Jamie Lynn slid a cocktail over to Violet. “You have a lot of catching up to do, girlie.”
Violet looked over to where the men from WtF were drinking and talking, and mumbled, “I sure do, JL.”
An hour and a lot of drinks, laughter, and more spilled drinks later, the women were talking about shoes when Slade came over to the booth, flanked by Cain.
“Hey, ladies,” Slade said. “Chrissy, Jack just called and asked me to make sure you get home safe.”
“Oh, I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah? How you getting home?”
The four girls burst out in a fit of laughter.
“Violet?” Cain asked, startling all four women.
“Um…hi,” Violet stammered.
Just then Francesca and Travis walked over.
“Vi?” Travis bent down in order to get a good look. “Hell, sugar, I haven’t seen you in a long-ass time. How you doin’?”
Violet, who not five seconds earlier had looked as if she’d seen a ghost, was now smiling from ear to ear. “Trav, how are you? You look great, darlin’.” She stood up and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Watching this, Cain clenched his jaw tight.
“Now that you’re here, I’m great, baby.” Travis winked.
“Wait, no fair. I’m baby,” Chrissy pouted.
“There’s plenty of me to go around, ladies.” Travis tipped his Stetson at the women.
“I suppose I could share you,” Chrissy said thoughtfully.
“You definitely need a ride home,” Slade told her. “Flirting with Texas…Jack’ll have a coronary. I’m Slade, by the way.” Slade stuck his hand out and Violet shook it.
“Wow. You are dreamy,” Violet said. Slade’s lips twitched, and Cain’s jaw was now clenched so hard that the vein by his neck was pulsating. “Did I just say that?” Violet looked at the girls, who nodded.