A dull, angry red flush crept over his cheeks. “I have been the United States Grand Champion for the last seven years—”
“Oooh, does that mean you have a great big goose egg on the world-championship front?” I was starting to get really angry. No wonder Walker didn’t want to participate anymore if this was the sort of person he had to deal with. “Enough said. I can understand why you want what he’s got if it’s something you’ve never had.”
“There’s nothing he has that I want!” Farrell all but yelled at me.
“Not even Pepper?” a familiar voice rumbled behind me.
Farrell gawked—there really was no other word for it; his mouth hung open and everything—when Walker slid an arm around my waist, pulling me toward him as I turned to smile. I didn’t get a chance to complete the smile before he was
