“I’m a fighter, Kennedy. It’s what I’m good at.” I sat up and scooted around to sit on my knees next to Dante. My fingertips grazed the cut on his face. “But do you have to get hurt doing it?” “This doesn’t happen all of the time. The guy got a lucky punch in today, and the damn mat cut me.” “Black eye and a cut, but you still won,” I said lightly. That didn’t really seem like a win to me. He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. “Stop focusing on that.” He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me into his lap. I straddled him and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m thirty-nine, honey, but that doesn't mean shit. I can beat half the guys out on the circuit.” “I do have to admit that it’s pretty hot that you can beat up someone half your age.” He chuckled and shook his head. “As much as I’d love to compete against those guys, I compete in the thirty-five and older bracket, honey. I just train against those guys which gives me an advantage against all the other old guys trying to get their asses kicked.” I ran my fingers through his silver hair and smiled. “You really are a Silver Fox Ninja,” I muttered.