maddox.
His gaze skipped from the scrunched expression to her chest, then her face. A few times. Not Maddox’s fault he was easily distracted by print. Or breasts. Or a comically harsh look from an otherwise sweet Southern julep. He glanced away to first reset his attention on what she’d asked. He secretly enjoyed teachings others to fight, it was a skill the guardian taught him at the group home which proved handy, easy to build on later.
“Alright. Let’s focus on defense before the whole tearing-someone-apart bit. Because you can be as strong as you please but if you don’t understand basic physics and how to move it’s all wasted energy.” He stood in front of her with only a step in between. “So defend yourself from what? Someone reaching for your neck? For your arms? Or coming up behind you? Give me the scenario and I’ll show you what to do.”
“Physics? Sounds boring,” Bo murmured, grinning, but she wouldn’t complain any more. Maddox was her best bet at learning how to fight with a bit more finesse than finding the heaviest thing within reach and bashing in someone’s skull. She wouldn’t always have weapons at her disposal, so she had to make sure she knew what she was doing.
Bo watched Maddox carefully as he came closer. “Arms,” she answered immediately. She didn’t want Maddox or really anybody touching her neck. She took in a deep breath and nodded, mostly for her own confidence, and tried to smile again. “Show me what to do, hon.”















