derrick i'd been fighting all my life. making it my career choice seemed...logical. sticking to what i was good at seemed...illogical as often as i ended up in the er. then my occupational hazard began to feel like more of a perk when i met, katy. she was a night nurse at the er i frequented. she could barely hide her contempt for me, which naturally made the curvy brunette with long wavy hair all the more irresistible. now i just needed to convince her i was a better lover than i was a fighter. katy they called him dagger, for the looks he gave. he knew i hated him on sight, but still, he teased me and tried to sway me. there's no way it would work. i was on the run and still healing from a relationship with a 'roid-raging powerlifter. no way was i going to give it a go with someone trained to cause pain for a living. then my ex tracked me down. and suddenly, having a fighter in my corner didn't seem like such a bad idea.