Lita entered the house and almost groaned with relief as exhaustion pulled her muscles in every direction but the ones they belonged. It was nearly noon on Wednesday and after the flight home, debrief and then a quick sparring sessions with Chyna, she had pain everywhere. She flung her coat on a hook and grimaced when it fell to the floor. “f**k it,” she muttered, “I’ll get it later.”
She almost crawled from the front door to the stairs and then moaned in frustration when Diarmid’s voice called to her from the living room she had just passed. She half turned to face him, “can this wait? I am in desperate need of my bed.”
“No.” He had his arms once again folded over his thick chest as he glared down at her.
She looked up at him and frowned, “could you squat down or something? My neck is
