Drugged with sated lust, it takes me several long seconds to actually realize that Jamie has just spoken to me. Rolling over in bed so that we’re facing one another, I smile at him dreamily. “What?”
Tomorrow is Monday, the first day of the Las Vegas Heavy-Weight Classic. From what I’ve gathered, the setup of the tournament seems pretty straightforward. Three rounds of boxers pairing off against one another, with the losing competitor being eliminated from the tournament entirely. If he makes it through all three rounds, Jamie will face off against last year’s champion. Whoever that is.
“Tell me something about ye I dinna already ken.” He props himself up on an elbow, looking down at me. “Anything at all.”
I smirk at him. “What’s with the sudden curiosity?”
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