CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
THREAT
AMBER’S POV
I love my best friend. Goddess, I do. But he has to be the worst sparring partner in existence. His blocks are sloppy, his footwork is a mess, and half the time I’m pulling my punches so I don’t accidentally break his nose.
“You know what?” he finally blurts, after narrowly managing to deflect one of my jabs, “How about we just talk about the elephant in the room before you accidentally kill me?”
I freeze for half a second, then feint left and tap his shoulder anyway. “Hmm?”
He straightens, panting, tugging at the strap of his glove like it’s suddenly suffocating him. “You do realize whatever went down in that other room was about you, right? Derek, Theo, this whole… testosterone showdown, it’s no small joke. It’s about you. I mean, I thought thi
