She’s quiet and I hope she isn’t thinking of how to make her getaway.  She tries to steal a piece of turkey bacon I’m making, and I swat her ass with the spatula.  Hmm.   I hope she stays, so we can play with the spatula more.  I toss her up onto the island, her bare legs swing around reminding me of a little kid.  She’s smart and sexy and cute and has no idea of it.

“You have any plans for the day?”  I’m venturing into uncharted territory here.  It’s usually the other way around.  They want to stay and I can’t wait to get rid of them.

“Umm.  None that I really want to do.  I have some work to catch up on, but it’ll keep.“

I take a piece of bacon over to her and feed it to her.  She doesn’t attempt to take it from my hand.  Instead she sits on the counter and bites off pieces.  She smiles at me as she takes the last piece in her mouth, nipping my finger on purpose.  The woman doesn’t have an ounce of fear of me, even knowing what I’m capable of.

She lifts her eyebrow at me in challenge after her nip.  “What do you normally do on Sundays?”

“I usually wind up downstairs, even though I tell myself I’m not going to work.”  I take another piece of bacon from the plate over to her and offer her one bite.  As she chews I pull her ass almost off the counter so she is flush up against me.  The height is perfect.  I’m definitely taking her in the kitchen like this when she isn’t sore.  I pretend to offer her another bite of bacon, and then pull it back, shoving the rest of the piece into my own mouth instead.

She playfully pouts and shoves at me, but I don’t budge.  “Preach and I also usually have dinner with Vinny Sunday night.”

“Vinny?”

“He’s a local kid I train.   Mom’s a fu…screw up and he was on his way to a bad place.  Got in trouble for fighting at school all the time, so I’m working on giving him focus.  He’s a good kid, but don’t ever tell him I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.  I won’t let on that you’re really a good guy.”

I wrap my arms around her waist.  “You better not, I have a reputation to live up to, you know.”  I plant one on her lips before finishing off our breakfast.

Elle

“Oh my god, this is so good.  What did you put in the eggs?”

Nico laughs.  “Can’t give away my secret.  But I think you’re an easy audience with all the take out crap you eat.”

After breakfast we share a shower.  We stay in until we’re both pruney and the water runs cold.  I could have spent hours sudsing up all the hard lines on Nico.  He’s even more sexy in the full light of day.  His broad square shoulders lead to his thick tattooed and rippled arms.  His flat abdominal muscles feel as if they’re carved of stone and he has the most delicious v that points down to his impressive manhood.  Truly a work of art.

Nico tells me he wants to take me out for the day and I agree, although he won’t tell me where we are going.  We pass through the gym on the way out and I’m surprised at how packed it is for a Sunday.  A lot of shouted greetings are exchanged and Nico waves and keeps us moving.  I hear a catcall or two as we make our way to the garage and I feel Nico’s grip tighten on my hip.

He opens the door to the SUV for me and helps me in.  “Sorry about that.  Sunday is match day and it’s a testosterone fest.  They come in pumped up to compete and their manners go out the window.”

I smile.  “It’s fine.  Doesn’t bother me.  I waitressed through college at a place that hosted private bachelor parties every weekend.  I learned to smile and ignore real fast.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll be kicking some asses when I get back, all the same.”

We pull up at Navy Pier Park and Nico comes around to open my door. He helps me out of the SUV, but doesn’t release my hand.  Together we walk with our fingers laced tightly from the parking garage toward the Ferris wheel. I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but it feels good, oddly natural, not forced or contrite.

There’s a fair going on, as there is most summer weekends down at the pier, and vendors are set up all over the park.  We walk around for a little while and the way that Nico directs us, I feel like we have a destination to get to eventually.  But I don’t ask.  It’s so unlike me to go with the flow and let someone else take the lead.

We come upon a bunch of tables set up, covered in Girl Scout cookies and dozens of girls in scout uniforms.  A little girl is charging in our direction and for a minute I think she is running away from someone.  Her face is so intent on where she is going.  I can’t help but smile when I see her smile, her entire face lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas morning as she yells, “Uncle Nico, you came!”

Nico lifts her up and swings her into the air as the little girl is about to crash into us.  “Yeah squirt, I came.  You asked me to, right?”  He sets her back down on the ground and she grabs Nico’s hand and begins pulling him in the direction of the cookie table.  Nico looks to me apologetically, and grabs my hand, pulling me with him.  We’re a human train led by what looks to be a six or seven-year-old girl.

“This is my Uncle Nico and he’s famous!” The little girl yells to her friends.  A gang of little girls swarm Nico and it’s the first time I see the big tough guy look a little scared.

A woman stands next to me and introduces herself as Katie, Sarah’s mom.  She apologizes for her daughter’s excitement and tells me that Uncle Nico is very popular with his nieces and nephews.  I’m listening to her talk, but I can’t tear my eyes from Nico as he interacts with the kids.  He’s such a walking contradiction, everything that he doesn’t appear to be.  Soft, gentle, sweet, and playful, nothing like the bad boy fighter who I first laid eyes on more than a year ago at a random fight that I had no business being at.

As if he senses me watching him, Nico looks up at me and catches me watching him.  He smiles at me and I smile back.  When I finally tear my gaze from the man who has captured my attention like no other, I find Katie is staring at me smiling.  “What?”  For a second I think I must have missed something during my momentary lapse of consciousness.

“Oh boy.  You’re in trouble.  I know that look he has.  It’s the look of determination and the Hunter boys don’t stop till they get what they want.”

I laugh off her comment, but the thought that I could be Nico Hunter’s prey makes my stomach do a little flip flop.

Nico

“We’re all set. Five weeks from Saturday you take on Kravits.  The Commissioner himself gave me his word that it’s a one win hurdle to the title bout.   You kick Kravits’ ass and we’re back in the belt.”  Preach always sets me up, knows what I want to take away from a fight.

I nod and start swinging the jump rope.

“They want some new pics for the promo by Wednesday.  Their dime, their shoot.  All we have to do is bring the girls you want in the shots with you for the eye candy.”

I whip the rope faster, taking two turns with each jump.  “No girls.”

Preach looks at me like I have two heads.  “Whatta you mean, no girls.  You’re Nico the fucking Lady Killer.  Your shots always have ladies.”

I can hear the rope slicing through the air, each turn whistling as I increase the speed.  “Yeah, well.  Not this time.”

Preach squints as if he’s trying to read words that are written across my forehead.  “This have anything to do with the girl?”

I don’t respond.  It’s none of his business anyway.

Preach ratcheted up the workout today and I’ll probably be sore as hell tomorrow, but right now I’m running on sheer adrenaline.  I do an extra five mile run after he leaves, sprinting almost the entire time.  I just can’t seem to tire myself out, I’ve felt this way for the last few days.