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“That’s why I said fix it up.”
“Not what I meant, and you know it.” He frowns as if he’s actually considering the idea. “That’s going to cost a fuck ton of money.”
“It doesn’t have to. If we do some of the work ourselves.”
“Because we’re such good contractors and have so much free time?” He raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Don’t be a dick. I’m serious.” I take a beat and brace myself for the reaction I’m going to get to the next thing I want to tell Remy. “There’s some talk about a professional fight I might be offered. In Vegas. They’re throwing around some big numbers just for me showing up.”
He stares at me.
And stares.
Finally, he opens his big, opinionated mouth. “You’re not seriously considering taking it, are you?”
“Uh, six figures, fuck yes, I’m considering it. You wouldn’t?”
He’s silent for so long, he doesn’t have to answer. Of course he would say yes.
“Actual fighters don’t make that kind of money. What’s the angle?”
That had been my first thought too, but I’m not admitting it to Remy. “It’s just because I was on the show.”
“Where does this end, Griff?” Remy steps back and crosses his arms over his chest. “You gonna keep stepping in the ring until you end up looking like a splattered jack-o-lantern who speaks like he’s got scrambled eggs for brains?”
“Well, that’s…insulting.” I run my hand through my hair. “And no. I’m sure they’ll get tired of me eventually. I might as well ride it and rake up the cash while I still can.”
“While you can still walk,” he says with a dickish scowl. If I didn’t detect a hint of genuine concern in his voice, I’d walk out the door right now.
I glance toward the hallway where Molly disappeared. What are the chances she’s still awake?
“Don’t even think about it,” Remy warns.
“Last week you were practically begging me to move in.” I give him a wide-eyed, confused face.
“Yeah, well, since you haven’t and you still have your own place, I think it’s best if you stay there tonight.” He glances toward the dining room. “I don’t want you upsetting her.”
Fuck, that hurts. “I fucking love her, Remy. And all of this,” I circle my finger in the air between us, “is gonna get fixed.”
“Bro, if you think money and more fights will fix things, you don’t know Molly very well.”
“I never said that. Doesn’t mean I’m not still trying to plan for our future.”
“God bless you, Griff.” He shakes his head. “You’re either the most stubborn fucker or the dumbest.”
“Stubborn sounds better. Let’s go with that.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Molly
The throaty rumble of Griff’s car pulling out of our driveway startles me out of my half-asleep state.
I stare at the ceiling, replaying the night over and over. My eyes drift shut a few times, but I can’t seem to hold on to sleep.
Why can’t I shove Torch’s words out of my head? Remy told me he believes Griff. Eraser seems to believe him too. Neither of them tried to force me into believing Griff, though. Vapor and Juliet have never said anything either way, but I know they were Griff’s phone call home during the show.
What do I expect? The five of them have been friends forever. Of course they’d take Griff’s side.
