Chapter 24
Baruch warmed up on the punching bag. I watched him in amazement for a few minutes as I stretched. I'd never seen anyone's fist almost punch through the bag before. The most astounding thing of all was how calm he was. It was pretty sexy the way he pummeled the thing in a total state of Zen. The fact that he'd taken off his shirt and was working out bare-chested didn't hurt the cause any, even if he was more muscular than my tastes generally ran.
One thing Baruch had gotten into my skull was staying in the present during any fighting since letting my thoughts wander led to meatsack tenderization. Even with my accelerated healing, I was tenderized enough. "Doesn't super strength usually come with anger issues?"
He stopped punching.
"I mean, you're pretty mellow. Which is great. I, for one, would not want my baggage infringing on Drio's. Because holy wow, two wounded angry people. That's not even counting Rohan, although Drio would win any diva-off hands down."