Two hours later Jace collapsed on the bench where he’d left his gym bag. He was drenched in sweat and his shoulder ached where his sparring partner had managed to land a good hard punch—twice. At least I didn’t end up on my ass.
He grabbed a towel after taking off his gloves, wiped his face, then unwrapped the tape from his hands. Liam usually helped with that but he was busy showing a young woman how to work on a speed bag.
Leaning back, Jace watched him, pushing back a pang of jealousy that Liam was with her. It’s his job. He can’t keep the place running if he doesn’t teach people the ins-and-outs of how to work out properly. Of course he could have given her to his assistant but she’s cute. And young. And has all her hair. He chuckled ruefully at that thought while taking off his boxi
