Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(39)

“It’s just part of the business, sis. Besides, the guys I have a problem with always think they’re better than me. You should see the way they look down their noses at me, like I’m no better than a pile of shit. Tyler’s the same way. He’s going down. I have a plan and it’s going to tear him apart.”

Holding in my gasp, I swallowed hard and closed a hand over my mouth. “What are you going to do, Kyle? You need to stop doing this.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about it. I just hope I get to see it all take place.”

Before I could even form a coherent thought, Kyle chuckled and hung up the phone.

Oh my God! What would he do? Quickly, I threw off my clothes and hopped in the shower, holding back my tears. I had to make sure Tyler was ready for anything, but I had a feeling he already knew to be on guard.

My choice for the weekend was made . . . I was going to Phoenix.





I THOUGHT VEGAS was hot, but Phoenix was hotter. Even in my strapless, pink sundress I was burning up. Hopefully, I wasn’t getting sick. I could usually handle the heat, but today it was proving to be quite difficult. Tyler, in his dark blue tank top and khaki shorts, appeared to be comfortable and not overheated at all.

As soon as he’d finished training with his father, I’d followed him to his house so he could pack his bags. Mine were already packed and ready to go. In fact, I’d made sure to put extra clothes in there so I’d have them in case I stayed at Tyler’s when we got back. Mostly, I didn’t want to go home for fear that my brother would be there waiting on me.

When we pulled up at the hotel, my mouth flew open at the sight. I loved playing golf and the hotel was right smack dab in the middle of a course—an amazing one at that. “Oh my God,” I breathed. “This place is gorgeous. It’s a shame I don’t have my clubs.”

I used to play with my father every weekend, and even played in tournaments with him. We were the best team. Tyler had won trophies for fighting and karate as a kid, but I had ones for golfing.

He smirked and parked the truck; probably thinking I was kidding.

“I’m being serious, Tyler. I used to golf all of the time. I was actually pretty good.”

“Oh, I know,” he stated, turning to me. “Bree told me you played. I have a tee time scheduled for us in an hour.”

“Are you shitting me?” I gasped wholeheartedly. “This is amazing. I can’t believe you’d do that. Do you even know how to play?”

Opening his door, he guffawed and shook his head. “Not exactly, but I figured I could give it a try. That’s why I wanted to stay here, so you could play.”

We were staying at the Camelback Inn, which was only about twenty minutes away from the arena. It worked for me because I knew it was a place where we could have some privacy and not be around the other fighters. Bree and Cole would be joining us later, since Bree had to work the day shift to make up for being gone.

“And then, after you kick my ass in golf, I figured we could go skinny dipping,” Tyler announced, waggling his eyebrows. We unloaded our bags from the truck, and again, only I was drenched in sweat.

Wiping my brow, I smacked him on the arm, giggling. “And how are we going to do that? I don’t think I want to get naked around the other guests at this hotel.” Although, right now, I would probably jump in a frozen lake if I could.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about the details, beautiful.”

“And why is that?”

He winked and kissed me on the lips. “You’ll see.”

Knowing him, he wanted us to sneak into the pool area after hours. I could be adventurous, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that. When we got inside, Tyler checked us in and we started off toward our room. He smirked the entire time and I had no idea why until we got to our floor and he opened the door. Our room wasn’t just ordinary. It was a gigantic suite, with a living room that had a couch and two chairs, a separate bedroom with a king-size bed, and a door that led onto our own patio.

And on that patio . . . was our own private pool.

“So that’s why you mentioned skinny dipping, huh?”

We both set our bags down and waltzed onto the patio. I was in awe because I didn’t live the upscale life like my brother and mother, or Tyler for that matter. I just wasn’t used to all of this. It sure was nice though. Sliding off my sandals, I brushed across the top of the water, sighing when it felt cold to the touch.

“If you want the water warmer, we can turn on the heat,” Tyler said, sticking his hand in.

“No, it’s perfect, we don’t need it. As soon as we get done playing golf, we’ll want to cool down. I’ve never been skinny dipping before.”

Taking his hand out of the water, Tyler dried it on his shorts before putting his arms around my waist, his mischievous gray eyes sparkling. “It’ll definitely be something to remember. Now let’s go before we’re late.”





Once we were done golfing and back at the clubhouse, I sat down to untie my shoes. I briefly thought I was going to pass out from heat exhaustion, but thankfully it passed. The adrenaline of playing golf again—and thoroughly kicking Tyler’s ass—helped me feel better. Not to mention the amazing gift he gave me.

“I can’t believe you did this, Tyler. I don’t know how to thank you.”