Healing Love (Love to the Extreme) Read Online Free

going up against a light-heavyweight would be?
    “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
    “Why are you asking me that?”
    “Because you’re not as confident with me as you were with Billy.”
    She blinked. “You can see that?”
    A current of vulnerability running underneath her question confused him further. “I’m trained to see that.”
    Silence followed his statement before a small smile came to her lips. “Mac was right. You are a great trainer. Now let’s do this.”
    Pride expanded his chest. With twenty years in the industry under his belt, he knew he was a damn good trainer, but for some reason, having Kelsey say it seemed to mean a great deal more. “You got it.”
    They both crouched into defensive positions and circled each other. He made no move toward her. For right now, he wanted her to be the aggressor, to see how good she was at initiating a take-down. Kelsey slapped out at him first a few times, trying to spur him into a reaction, but he held strong.
    Finally, she lunged forward. Lance immediately locked arms with her. She was stronger than he expected, but no match for someone like him. He could have easily shifted to become the aggressor. Still he allowed her the control. She slipped her arm around his neck, using her strength to bend him forward. Knowing she’d swipe for his leg, he countered by jumping back, and she lost her grip around his head.
    She straightened, ran a hand across her face, then moved back into defense position, immediately lunging to lock arms again. Still on their feet, they wrestled for a second. She really was good, but he wanted to see what she’d do if she actually brought him down. Kelsey worked her grip down his body then circled his knee with her arms and lifted—a move he could’ve easily maneuvered out of, but he allowed her to take him down.
    Fury etched every groove in her face. She shoved away from him. “What the hell? I’m not paying for some pansy-ass training. Give it all to me.”
    If he gave her his all, she wouldn’t like the outcome.
    “There’s no point.” Lance jumped to his feet. “I’ll have you pinned in seconds. You’re not ready.”
    Color crept into her cheeks as her jaw clenched. “I’ll say what I am or am not ready for. I’m paying you. I’m telling you to go at me with everything you have.”
    “You don’t fight, right?” he asked.
    A sharp shake of her head gave away her shock at the change in subject. “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “Just trying to understand your motivation.”
    “You’re not my shrink. You don’t need to understand my motivation.”
    “You know you’re a woman, right?”
    Eyes bulging, she threw her shoulders back in an impressive display of indignation. “Are you calling me weak?”
    “No. You’re actually pretty fucking strong. But there’s always someone stronger, faster, and more experienced. I outweigh you by at least seventy-five pounds. My weight alone is an advantage over you.”
    “Don’t you think I know that? It’s why I asked to train with someone of your weight class.”
    “Why?” He should just drop it, but for the life of him he couldn’t. He wanted to know.
    “Why do you care?”
    He continued to stare at her expectedly.
    She heaved a long sigh. “Fine. There’s no reason other than I’ve been doing this for years. I’m just trying to take it to the next level. Now, can we drop this and get back to what I’m paying you for?”
    That was a bullshit answer, but he wasn’t going to get any more out of her. “We have ten more minutes. You have my all.”
    “Thank you.”
    This time she didn’t hesitate in meeting him back in the middle of the cage. They locked arms, wrestling for dominance. She swept her leg at his, trying to knock him off his feet. Countering, he stepped forward, grabbed her in a headlock, and rolled both of them until she was flat on her back and he was straddling her waist. “Match over.”
    Frustration darkened her features as