After the third time David had knocked him on his ass in the past five minutes, he sighed. “Get your head in the game, kid.” David held out a hand to Beau, whose ears were ringing like a fire alarm.
Beau took the offered assistance. The ring was springy and cool under his bare feet, but more resembled a concrete block when he smacked into it at full fall. David was good, and worse, he was fast. Beau had rarely seen anyone move like the bodyguard outside of the movie theaters. “Might’ve been a bad idea to come out today, with everything going on.”
“Take it from me,” David retorted, “life doesn’t stop handing out bad guys so you can catch your breath. Push it aside. Pay attention to your surroundings. For someone who’s been jumped, you should know to always have an eye over your shoulder.”
