Eight seconds? He wouldn’t need eight seconds; he’d put that woman over his knee and tan her hide for risking her pretty little neck. It niggled at him that he was the one who should protect a woman, not the other way around, and he definitely didn’t need strange women saving him. He wasn’t helpless. Would never be helpless. A black cloud rolled through his mind, whispers of the past…he slammed mental gates down, blocking it out.
neverFenn hobbled, leaning against George’s shoulder every few steps. He threw one glance back to the other side of the arena and caught sight of the siren in the red dress standing behind the fence, watching him. Long waves of red hair danced about her shoulders, playing across her collar bone. Her full lips were parted as though she was surprised. She was a rea
