Fighting Chance (Misty Grove Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

fighting matches where bets run a minimum of a million dollars. We’re lucky we caught her manager’s interest. You have everything in those files, including a flash drive of some of her fights.”
    “Three weeks is too soon to be ready.”
    “You should have been training everyday whether or not you have a fight,” Wyatt snapped.
    “In case it escaped you, I’m running the ranch at the moment while Lucas is taking care of Foster’s garage. I’m not comfortable heading into this without Colt and Matt in the know.”
    “Not my problem. Besides, you’ve stopped asking Colt for permission a long time ago.”
    “Still no contact from them?” Millie asked, concern in her tone.
    “None,” Lucas replied. “They’ve been off the grid for a while.” Cassie nudged her twin under the table. They hung out with Wyatt so much that he knew much of their business, but he was not one of them and there were things he didn’t have to know. He already knew too much.  
    “You all have to remember whose lands are keeping outsiders from invading your little nest in Georgia,” Wyatt said scathingly, as though feeling the three of them closing ranks against him. “And you, Cassie, should be thankful that I provide this outlet for your aggression.”
    Why that son of a bitch . Her aggression had long ago been addressed, so it was unfair to bring back the situation that had landed her under his thumb. She sat there and bristled, refusing to defend herself because it would always end up with Wyatt pulling the “you owe me” card.
    “Why don’t you speak louder so the entire diner can hear you,” Lucas told Wyatt, her normally easygoing brother showing signs of anger.
    “I’m afraid I’ve lost my appetite,” Wyatt muttered, signaling Millie to scoot over so he could slip out of the booth. “Make sure these two get the food they need to train. No junk food, and especially no pie for now,” he told the other woman, smirking at Cassie before leaving the diner.
    “Jerk,” Cassie mumbled under her breath.
    “No question there,” Lucas said. “You shouldn’t let him push your buttons.”
    “He’s an annoying asshat.”
    “Again, no question there.”
    “Cassie, sweetheart, is there something going on between you and the sheriff?” Millie asked suddenly, her shrewd eyes boring into hers.
    Cassie twisted her face in bafflement and lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug. “No. You’re making too much of him holding my hands. I have no idea where that came from.”
    “The sheriff is a very attractive man. I hear he’s set quite a few female—and male—hearts aflutter at county government.”
    Now that Millie mentioned it, Cassie had noticed the sheriff’s crystal blue eyes and how clear they were against his tanned skin. Still. “Millie, I agree he’s unusually good looking, but you forget I’ve been around Colt and Matt who are also exceptionally beautiful men.”
    “Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?” Lucas piped in.
    Cassie laughed. Her twin was a rascal. His hair was more blond than hers, shaved at the sides, long at the center and gathered into a man bun. His beard made him look older, which was probably why he’d grown it. He looked like a gladiator or a mean Viking. Apparently women dug the look.  
    “Hey, you know you’re the best,” she told Lucas, and she meant it.  
    “Just pointing out that he could be a problem if you hooked up with him,” Millie continued. “He’s not one of our ‘visitors’ who stay for a week or two.”
    Yes, Cassie had hooked up with some of the “visitors.” She was a woman with needs after all, although it had been over a year since she’d had sex. She just wasn’t a very emotional person when it came to relationships of the romantic nature, and it was always a problem when a guy wanted more. Wyatt was the only man she had harbored such notions about. It had fizzled into resentment until finally, last year, she realized she didn’t give a damn anymore.