When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels, she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing. The agreement to keep their lust away from the office is discarded when rules are moulded to suit their ever-increasing attraction. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it even when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer. Kyran begins to wonder if he’s finally met his match, and with his family falling apart before his eyes, he turns to the two things he knows will keep him sane: boxing and Dale. Those crutches can’t last forever, and when Kyran finds it harder to function he is left with a decision he never thought he’d have to make.
Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?
He needed Dale. She could make him forget his life for just one moment. “Kiss me, Dale. Kiss me and make me forget everything. The hospital, my father, Taylor…but most of all, kiss me until I know what’s going on with us.”
“Dale?” Her response was a hum. “I think you killed me” she giggled and turned onto her side. “is this what happens when you play hooky from work?”
She was swiftly becoming his drug. He needed her almost as much as he needed his fights at metro.