Race For Love by Nana Malone Read Free Book Online

summers? That would have certainly been a change of pace.
    Though, judging by that enormous chip on Kiss Jennings' shoulder, the money hadn't done her any good. He was still trying to figure out that relationship. She clearly lived there, but what was she to the old man?
    Stop thinking about her. It's not like you're ever going to see her again. Something way too close to regret spread from his chest. No, he was not upset about not seeing her again. He was missing an opportunity to use his skills. Yeah, yeah. The lies he told himself. Either way though, he'd be right about one thing. It wouldn't work to be at odds with her trainer. He needed someone to commit to working their ass off. And he had a feeling Kisima wasn't that kind of girl.
    His phone chimed and he hopped off the still moving treadmill to snag it. Maybe one of those calls he'd been making to every friend he had in the league was finally starting to pay off.
    "Hello, this is Derek."
    There was a beat of silence and his skin prickled with awareness. "This is Kisima Jennings. Do you have a few minutes?"
    His brain told him to be cautious. Told him that he'd regret taking this call. But every instinct and cell in his body told him to take it. "What can I do for you, Kisima?"
    "I don't suppose you'll let me get away without eating any crow."
    He smirked. "Not on your life."
    "Fine." She was silent for a moment. "I would like you to come back. I need your help." It sounded like she was speaking through her teeth.
    His gut twisted even as the adrenaline flooded his veins. He wanted to go back. Just the idea of seeing her stubborn little vein jut was enough. "On one condition, I'm in charge of your recovery. I say it, you do it. No questions, no complaints."
    More silence. No doubt she was thinking up all the ways she could kill him. "Fine."
    "In that case, I'll see you tomorrow."

5
    K iss was nervous . There was the anticipation of hard work coming her way, but some of it was also him. There were no two ways about it. Derek Donovan made her nervous as hell. Which was stupid really, because she didn't even like the guy. He was arrogant and a huge pain in the ass. Worse, he thought he knew everything. And you need him .
    If she didn't want to lose her team, she was going to have to get her ass in gear. She understood TJ's reasoning, but she wasn't going to let it happen. All she needed to do was get back on the track and win a major race. How hard could that be? Easy peasy. She could do it in her sleep...that was if she ever slept.
    "You ready to work, Kisima?" Derek approached her kitchen wearing his shit-eating grin and cocky attitude. Along with that pair of jeans it made a spectacular outfit. She was already regretting this.
    "Yeah, apparently that's why you're here. Are you settled in your room?"
    "Pretty much. Thanks. This place is something else."
    She glanced up and around. "Yeah, it is." Growing up she'd loved it here. But as she'd gotten older, she'd grown increasingly aware that it wasn't hers. She was only a visitor at the castle. "Lunch is usually around noon and if you need anything, you can use the intercom and someone from the main house will bring it down for you."
    He smirked. "I'm sure I'll manage. So for starters, why don’t you tell whoever prepared lunch that we won't be needing it."
    She frowned and wheeled around to face him. "You're not hungry?" She continued wheeling backward.
    "No, I'm famished, but we're going to make lunch ourselves."
    "We?" She cocked her head. It's not that she didn't cook, she actually liked to, but it had been a very long time since the kitchen was her domain. The staff had stocked the kitchen since he would be staying here, but she’d expected to order everything from the main house.
    "Yes, we. It's this concept that will involve the two of us often doing things together. The first thing will be making lunch."
    "I don’t understand."
    Derek smirked. "You will." In the kitchen he asked her where a few things were kept,