Chapter 24

Every evening after work Jace went home, ate supper, and then headed to the gym. It had become his refuge from his other life, even though things were going better now.

No, not my refuge anymore. My retreat. A place with no stress. That was true, he realized. He wasn’t trying to kill the bags the way he had in the past. It was exercise, pure and simple. Exercise and talking with a man he considered his friend.

“You’re beginning to bulk out some,” Liam said a few minutes after Jace began working with the speed bag. “It looks good on you.”

Jace chuckled. “Meaning I don’t come across as a ninety-pound weakling anymore?”

“You never did. The muscle was there. Now it’s more defined.”

Jace knew that was true just from looking in the mirror at home. “So now I can pass as an over-the-hill welterweight?”