A few days after Nova looked over the damning contents of the envelope that Liam brought her, Becket had decided it was time to talk to her father about the new budding relationship.

"Eric. Can I talk to you?" Becket stepped in Eric's office, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Beck. How's my daughter getting along with the training?" He shuffled the papers on his desk and looked up at Becket with an upbeat smile.

"Good. She's ready to get in the ring. She needs a couple of weeks of being in front of the crowd before we throw her in anything big. I don't want to push her too...