FROM the papers laid on the table, Belle raised her head when someone stood not far from her.
A smile formed on her lips when she saw her mate.
Summer placed the three boxes of pizza and the two other boxes of chicken on the table. She ordered them half an hour ago.
“Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome. Will you be alright here?”
“Yes. I’m working. You can do yours.”
After sending her a smile, Summer went back down.
It was a Sunday morning. Instead of waiting for her mate to come home, Belle decided to visit Belle’s Fist. She brought the files for the next season’s design.
Before noon came, Summer was back on the balcony. She looked beat.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah. Just a few issues.”
“Like?”
“One of the fighters has been sent to the ER last night.”
“She survived, right?”
