Jason’s POV
Jason stood in front of the bathroom mirror, water sliding down his body as he dried off. His muscles, newly bulked from two years of grueling training, were a far cry from the leaner frame he’d left with. At six-foot-five, he was a wall of power, his shoulders broad and his physique balanced—a blend of strength and agility. Dirty blonde hair framed his face, a shadow beard adding ruggedness to his sharp jawline.
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. His blue eyes reflected a storm of emotions he couldn’t shake.
“You ready for this?” he asked aloud.
Are you? Ty shot back, his tone edged with sarcasm.
Jason rolled his eyes, buttoning his crisp white dress shirt. He left the top two buttons open and rolled the sleeves to his elbows before slipping on a pair of tailored b
