Fighting Hearts
she asked.
“Good,” Kai replied. “If anything’s off, you tell me.”
“If anything’s off, I’ll tell you,” Aria echoed, then pulled a playful face. “Does ‘anything’ include a coffee shortage?”
“No,” Kai shook his head. “That’s punishment.”
“Heartless,” Aria sighed, already handing over the mitts. “Pad work?”
“Pad work.”
The first minutes were just about finding rhythm. Aria held the focus pads and called the numbers.
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