Bree was a surprisingly quick learner.
She was attentive to Dallas’ corrections, and unafraid of hitting him with full force—something that many first-time fighters balked at, unsure of their own strength. It had been a refreshing change, and Dallas had actually enjoyed the few hours that they had spent sparring together.
It had seemed like a short amount of time, but before he knew it, the afternoon had disappeared, and his watch was notifying him that it was time for dinner.
Bree also seemed exhilarated as they left the sparring ring, teasing Dallas about a mistake that he had made when he was distracted by the fun that he was having and ended up wagging his tail—which would have been overlooked in anyone else’s company, but lead to humorous ribbing with Bree.
Not that Dallas minded. She was radiating happiness, and it was making Dallas feel happy as well. He didn’t know if that was because of the mate bond, or just because he was having a good time.
