Part 5 (1/2)
”At different levels, yeah. Armie's good. He could be competing with the SBC if he really pursued it. But he's also great with kids and he loves coaching, so he runs the rec center for me around fights in smaller, more local organizations.”
”He has a lot of interesting tattoos.”
”Not as many as some of the fighters.” Armie's tats were mostly on his forearms, with one in the middle of his shoulder blades. ”He's into the art, though.”
”Do they have special meaning?”
”He's never said.” In general, guys didn't talk about special meanings with each other. Smiling, he told her, ”The woman he's seeing now has more ink than him, along with a lot of jewelry.”
Yvette tipped her head in that curious way. ”You mean like a belly b.u.t.ton ring?”
Cannon tugged at his ear. Yeah, the girl had that- and more. She hadn't been shy about sharing the various body parts she'd pierced. Armie swore it was hot, but it hadn't appealed to Cannon.
Rather than go into all that, he said, ”Denver's already with the SBC, but he's between fights right now.”
”He's the one with the longer brown hair, right?”
”Yeah, that's him. He has to put it in a ponytail when he fights.”
”Does he wear contacts?”
Ah, so she had noticed. Most women commented on Denver's predatory gaze, usually to Denver himself. Cannon appreciated that Yvette hadn't reacted as others had. ”No, that's his natural eye color.”
Her phone made a sound; she glanced at it while saying, ”He has the eyes of a wild animal.”
”So I've heard.” Cannon would admit the color was different, sort of a bright golden-brown.
She frowned at the phone before tucking it away.
”Anything important?”
”No,” she said too quickly and without conviction. When she didn't elaborate, Cannon let it go.
For now.
”Miles is good, too. He's making a name for himself. And Stack is getting there. He helps Armie at the rec center a couple times a week.”
As if looking for a change in subject, she asked, ”How's the rec center doing?”
”Great. Busy. Come by tomorrow and see for yourself.”
She nodded, started to say something and instead had to cover a yawn. ”Sorry. It's been a long day.”
They'd indulged in a lot of chitchat and numerous interruptions. It all felt so surface, when being with her wasn't. He took her hand. ”You look good, Yvette.”
”For someone who's driven cross-country?” She smiled. ”Thank you. Of course you know you look amazing. You were always incredibly fit, but now...”
”Now what?”
Squeezing his hand, she pulled away and glanced around the bar. ”Every woman in here is stealing looks at you.”
He doubted that was true, and even if it was, he didn't care. ”The men are all watching you.”
She smoothed her ponytail. ”Probably wondering how they can come and get a picture with you.”
More like wondering how they could get her in bed. But saying so might be pus.h.i.+ng things too much. ”How long will you be in town?”
”However long it takes.” She caught her bottom lip in her teeth, visibly collected herself and finally lifted her gaze to his. ”I want you to know I'll take care of everything.”
Following along wasn't easy when l.u.s.t kept getting in his way. ”Everything?”
”All the legal stuff.” Nervousness rushed her into a long explanation. ”I can only imagine how busy you are now with your fight career and the rec center and everything you do for the community. You have your sister and your friends and all that training and travel. I want you to know that you don't have to worry about anything.”
He'd already told her he wanted to be involved. No reason to beat it into the ground. She'd find out soon enough when he didn't back off.
”I plan to talk to a Realtor tomorrow so I can get the properties listed right away. Hopefully we'll get a quick sale. In the meantime I'll take care of-”
”You want to sell?”
The question took her off guard before she recovered and said, ”Of course.” She drew in a careful breath. ”I can't really pay you otherwise.”
”Pay me for what?”
”Your half of the inheritance.”
d.a.m.n. He didn't want it, any of it. But Tipton had trusted him to discourage her from selling. Her grandfather wanted her to stay in Warfield, to claim it as her home. And now, after seeing her again, Cannon wanted the same.
They needed to talk. In no way did he feel ent.i.tled to her inheritance; the only thing he'd take from her was her time, her attention.
Her s.e.xual interest.
Yeah, he wanted that. More so by the second.
He started to reach for her hand again, and a woman leaned down, twining her arms around his neck. ”There you are. I wondered where you'd gotten off to.” Well, h.e.l.l. He'd totally forgotten that he'd made alternate plans.
Earlier in the evening, thinking he wouldn't see Yvette until tomorrow, and being on edge, he'd made a semiagreement to hook up.
But once he'd seen Yvette, he'd forgotten all about the woman now latched on to him. He had to figure out a way to get rid of her without too much insult, because no way in h.e.l.l was he letting Yvette walk away until they got a few things settled.
Y vette looked at the beautiful woman pressing herself up against Cannon's solid shoulder, one hand on his chest, the other in his hair, and she wanted to flee. Unfortunately, short of crawling over or under the booth table, Cannon had her trapped in her seat.
The other woman was chic and polished in a way Yvette could never be. Wavy, light brown hair, a sheer blouse and high heels only made her more attractive- and left Yvette feeling underdressed, out of place and far too intrusive. She'd come to the bar to give Cannon a message, to release him from any obligations, and instead she'd just...enjoyed him.
When so many others wanted his time and attention, her actions reeked of selfishness, making her stomach burn. Cannon had just gotten into town, but not only had she dragged him away from his friends, she'd apparently interrupted his romantic plans.
Envy stiffened her smile, making her feel clumsy and too obvious about the way she took in the circ.u.mstances.
As he stood, Cannon said, ”Sorry...” as if trying to remember the woman's name.
”Mary,” she supplied with a laugh, tightly hugging his arm, running her fingers over his solid biceps. d.a.m.n, but Yvette envied her that. More than once tonight she'd wanted to do the same. Cannon had a body that begged to be touched. She wanted to explore all those bulging muscles and hard planes.