Fighting for the Best: TKO Love Series, Book 3

After a lengthy hot shower, I got dressed and dragged my ass to the kitchen. Food was on the counter and somebody other than my sister was at the stove.

“Hey, Ma. I didn’t know you’d be here,” I said and took a seat at the island.

She turned around with a skillet in hand. As she plated the eggs, she said, “Sage called me last night and said you were staying over. I figured my son needed a good hot meal, not reheated crap from a box.”

“Thanks, Ma. I appreciate it.”