Scott's POV

Never fight a retired boxer. That's the best advice I could give anyone because of my condition right now.

"Ow." I winced as Gabrielle inspected my cheek.

"It's nothing serious." She sent me a smile. "You shouldn't have fought Jason."

I sighed. "I had no choice. He asked me to come to the canvas."

"You know there's a reason the word no exists?" She quirked the corner of her lip.

She got up from my bed and headed to the curtains. Sliding them open, she exhaled. The sun tore through the high window, brightening up the room with its golden touch.

Her curls quivered as she strode to...