Seth moved cautiously, each step measured, every jab thrown with care. Danielle bounced on the balls of her feet, grin wide, throwing playful feints that made Seth narrow his eyes.
“Careful,” Seth warned, stepping back from a quick jab Danielle threw. “Remember, you’re carrying more than just yourself now.”
Danielle rolled her shoulders, unfazed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m not about to punch my own kids.”
“Good. Because if you do, I’m making Connor personally teach you how to heal a concussion.”
She laughed, eyes sparkling. “Fine. But don’t think I won’t catch you slipping.”
Seth smirked but kept his guard up. His movements were slower, more deliberate than usual. Protective. Cautious. He didn’t want to hurt her. Not now.
Danielle feinted left, then darted right with a quick jab to his
