the one who came in here, 'oh Mickey, I think we got just the guy for the fight tonight… oh, Mickey hear him out."
"Okay, okay, I'm going," Leo said, tossing his hands up in surrender as he walked out.
Ten minutes later, Leo came back into the room. He shot Mickey a non-descript look that said his visit to Sheila wasn't necessarily pleasant before placing the ring on Mickey's desk. Brock's heart began racing as he leaned forward to inspect it. He wished he was armed and in a military situation. He would grab it, duck and roll, and shoot all three of them before running for the door.
He leaned forward to make sure it was the ring Tyler described, but didn't even reach out to touch it. He sat back in his chair once he was satisfied that it was the right one. "So I'll win this fight tonight and take it with me when I head home. Maybe I should speak with Sheila before we go about what sort of custom piece she wants. I have a few pieces in front of it, so it'll take me a month or so, but I'll have it shipped to you once it's done."
Mickey seemed amused as he rocked back in his chair. "You sound pretty sure of yourself for tonight's fight."
"How big's the guy?" Brock asked.
"You have to weigh in between 175 and 225. I assumed you fell between these weights.
"Right in the middle," Brock said. "As long as he's not carrying a weapon, I'll be taking home the ring. Should I speak with Sheila, or will you be choosing for her?"
Mickey laughed. "As long as he's not armed… You hear this kid?"
Leo laughed and nodded. "What, you got some special training or something?" Mickey asked.
"Something like that," Brock answered dryly.
"Oh, that's right, remember? Tyler told us he was part of some special unit. You'd never know it with how strung out he was."
"Happens to the best of them," Brock said. "He'll get back on his feet."
"We'll have to see how you do tonight, kid. If you put on a good show out there, I might have to see about hiring you for some future matches. It's usually good money."
Brock shook his head. "Thanks, but it's a one-time thing." He motioned to the ring. "That's all I'm after."
Chapter 5
It was a beautiful but chilly Sunday afternoon, and I was curled up comfortably in the corner of a couch at my favorite coffee shop. I was there with my roommate, Ryan. Yes, we could have made coffee at home, but where would the fun be in that? Neither of us had anything better to do, and we both enjoyed taking in the sights and sounds of the coffee shop. It was a place we went to on a regular basis, so most of the baristas knew us by name.
We'd only been there a few minutes when a family caught my eye—at least I assumed they were family. I figured it was a couple with their grown daughter. The reason I took note of them was that the daughter seemed to have Down Syndrome. I'd been volunteering at a place called the Happy House for over a year. It was a non-profit organization providing a place for people with disabilities to take classes or just hang out and have fun. Claire and Jesse Bennett started it for their son Thomas, and I had become close with their family during the time I'd been volunteering.
This might seem weird since Emily Bennett was the girl who just got engaged to my ex-boyfriend, Shane, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. I was happy for them in spite of the fact that I'd been unable to find someone as good as Shane since we broke up. I taught a weekly creative writing class at the house and had a blast every time I went there.
I watched the family at the coffee shop as they interacted with each other. I couldn't help but think about how perfectly they'd fit in at the Happy House.
"Why are you staring at those people like a big stalker?" Ryan asked.
His question made me laugh. I glanced at him. Ryan was a bartender and had been out really late the night before. His hair was standing on end, which prompted me to reach up and smooth it down. "I was trying to decide if I should go up