“Didn’t join in on the boxing, Ben?” Rafe asks, grinning at him.
“Nah, didn’t feel like getting my lights punched out by the national champ,” Ben quips, gesturing towards his face, “I got too much beauty going on here to risk that.” I grin at Ben as he sinks into Jesse’s chair. Jesse gives us a wave as he heads immediately to the bathroom for a quick shower.
“How’d the workout go?” Rafe asks Luca, smiling. “You ready? Fight’s coming up.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” Luca says, pumping a couple of practice punches into the air. My eyebrows raise, because honestly he moves so fast and with such power that I can barely see his hands move when he does that. “Going to knock Atalaxia into the last century, first round.”
“I wish you would,” Rafe sighs. “Their technology, apparently, is getting advanced.
