Chapter 48: A Small Reward
Neither one of us said anything as I looked out the window, answering a few text messages. He pulled up into my driveway as I looked down at my phone. He sat with his left elbow on the door, his head on his hand, and his head looking at me. His other hand was on his thigh.
“Did you need to see a doctor?” I asked him in a whisper.
“What for?” His tone was a regular lazy one.
“You got punched in the stomach with those brass knuckles, didn’t you?” He sighed and straightened. I watched as his left hand went to the steering wheel, then his other hand on his seat as he leaned a little closer.
“Sweetheart, it takes more then that to get me down.”
I looked sideways away from him. “From what I saw, he got you down once.”
“That was a sweep kick and a trick move.”
“They don’t do that in pro boxing?”
He growled. I looked at him as he was looking forward.