Chapter 3
Demi stared at the lanky young man in disbelief. “Spar? With you? Why would I want to do that?”
Jack, or Jim, or whatever his name was, shrugged awkwardly, his skin flushing becomingly. “I don’t know. I was hoping I could learn some things from you. And it can’t be fun, working out all by yourself.”
Demi snorted, despite the way her belly tingled at the prospect of matching her skills against someone who could actually make her work up a sweat. The two men who she had sparred with earlier in the week had been big, lumbering goons, all muscle and no brains. She had run rings around them without even trying. Making them submit had been mostly a mercy, so they didn’t embarrass themselves more than they already had.
She looked at the young man, allowing her eyes to linger at his
