had to remember that he was Barnabyâs son. Once she delivered him to his father, she didnât plan to get within ten miles of Barnaby ever again.
Not even for a superhunk like Simon Evans.
After his outrageous prediction, heâd strolled off without giving her the chance to proposition him, so he still didnât know that his father wanted to reunite with him.
Not a problem, far as Dakota was concerned. Waiting around afforded her the opportunity to watch him work. Sheâd have paid good money for this, so to get to do it for free was a treat.
Fetching the chair that held her coat and satchel, Dakota seated herself ringside. All three fighters glanced her way, as if awaiting an explanation for her bold intrusion.
Dakota sat back, crossed her legs, and got comfortable. âGo on,â she encouraged. âYou wonât even know Iâm here.â
The retired champion-turned-trainer, Dean âHavocâ Conor, looked to Simon for instruction. Instead of verbalizing his preferences one way or the other, Simon turned to Gregor Marsh, better known as âthe Maniac,â and said, âLetâs go.â
Gregor shrugged his enormous tattooed shoulders and grinned. âSure thing, Sublime.â
For the next five minutes, they sparred as if they were in a real competition. Dakota scrutinized every move, every countermove, and when they stopped for a break, she again approached the ropes.
âHey, Gregor?â
The giant looked up from his conversation with Dean. His brows lifted in comical surprise.
âCome here.â
Dean turned to glare at her, letting her know without words that her intrusion was unwanted.
Simon didnât say anything either. He just tipped up a water bottle and took a long swig.
Reluctantly, Gregor walked over. âWhat?â
She indicated he should lean down so she could talk to him without anyone else hearing. With even more reluctance, he bent down.
âSimonâs killing you with those kicks.â
âNo shit, Sherlock.â He grunted at the obvious. âAt least heâs not hittinâ my liver.â
âA deliberate choice on his part, because he wants to keep practicing.â A liver kick would leave Gregor done for at least an hour.
âWhatâs your point, dollface?â
Gregor looked annoyed enough to send most people scampering away. But Dakota wasnât the least bit intimidated. âI donât think youâve noticed, but heâs telegraphing those kicks. You can block them if you know what to watch for.â
Bemused with the conversation, Gregor looked back at Simonâwho stared at them both with piercing intensity. Proving that he enjoyed provoking his friend, Gregor faced her again. âYou donât say?â
She nodded. âRight before he kicks, he tightens his jaw.â
âSo?â
âItâs an indication of whatâs to come. Iâve seen him do it every single time.â Dakota stepped back and put her hand on her right thigh. âYouâre leading with your right leg, which is why he keeps going after it with that low roundhouse kick. When he tightens his jaw, get ready to lift your leg, like this.â She demonstrated what he should do. âThatâll block it, and confuse him at the same time.â
âI know how to block a kick.â
âWhen you see the kick coming. So far, you havenât seen it, so Simon isnât expecting you to block it. When you do, thatâll be your opening.â
Intrigued, Gregor studied her with new awareness. âMy openinâ for what, exactly?â
She looked around Gregor, saw Simonâs scrutiny, and hurried through the rest of her instruction. âYou need to get Simonâs attention upstairs, instead of downstairs with your legs. Do this.â She demonstrated a fast combination of hits.
âThatâs a basic combo,â Gregor argued.
âYeah, but youâre not using it! And