Chapter 23
The phone rang at three in the morning. Beau knew it was three in the morning because he happened to glance at the clock while he muzzily pawed at his bedside table. Too early. He let his eyes slip closed again, slid one finger across the cell to send the called to hell. Or voicemail, whichever was easier. Suree had kept him at the gym an extra hour, as she was prone to do if she thought he wasn’t giving his all. “If I cannot get an honest effort out of you, Khun Beau, I will get time and sweat.”
Jumping f*****g rope. f*****g double-dutch. How was that even a thing in Thailand, Beau wondered. He’d seen girls do it back in high school, there was a whole pack of them who’d even competed in the championships in South Carolina, which was probably good that he even knew the basics,
