Chapter 37

Her watch showed he was late. Tyler was never late, especially to pick her up from her appointment. Tucking her lip in between her teeth, she contemplated if she should call him. Would that be too similar to her acting like a girlfriend? Putting her thumb over his number in her contacts, she was about to press dial when she heard the roar of his bike.

As he came to a stop in front of her and turned the engine off, he was apologizing. "Sorry I'm late. I was boxing with Layne, and I didn't realize what time it was."

"Boxing?" she asked as she came down the steps of the front porch. Now that she was closer, she could see that his hair was wet. It looked like he had taken a quick shower before he came to get her.

"Yeah. Kinda like you going for a run. Layne and I box. He has the same kind of temper as me."

Layne, she knew, was a Prospect who had been over in Iraq as a member of the armed forces. He probably did have a lot of aggression to get rid of. "I understand, I was worried."