“I should probably know more about boxing,” I murmur to Rafe, at my side, as we get out of the car to the flashes and the shouts of the paparazzi.
My handsome brother laughs warmly down at me, offering his arm. “Yes, you probably should,” he murmurs. “Considering who you’re mated to. What do you know?”
I give him a tiny frown and a shrug as the rest of our family and friends climb out of the limo. “You know, all the basics.”
His grin deepens. “Which are?”
“Punch punch. Jab jab.” I give him a blissful Princess smile, making him laugh. “The one who knocks the other over the most wins!”
“A bit more complicated than that,” he says, looking around as the last of our party emerges from the car and offering his arm. “But sure, those are the basics. Ready?”
“Ready!” I say, grinning at him a
