Fighting for Me

They say there's always one that gets away.

And for me that's been true.

I was an idiot. Too selfish and full of naive ambition to realize what I had and what I lost.

It took falling from Grace to realize how much I missed the one boy I was always in love with.

Three jobs and one divorce later, I'm exhausted with the world. Jaded. And I don't know if I can save myself anymore.

I'm all alone.

But after moving back home to start again I realize that's not the worst part of it.

My better half? The man I thought would always be there for me-is married. Happily so. With a baby on the way.

So I allow myself one night of pity drinking before I decide to do better. I land a job. Rent a house. And actually join a gym. Because ya know. Self torture.

But said gym has secrets of its own.

And it's a very attractive secret.

Dallas Wilder was one of my very first friends here. He was the towns bad boy gone fighting pro and also my exes best friend.

The gym I signed up for? Yeah it's HIS.

And for some reason he's determined to be a pain in my ass.

Again.