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  One to Love (One to Hold)

  Copyright

  Chapter 1: “The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow.” | Kenny

  Chapter 2: “Inhale the future; exhale the past.” | Slayde

  Chapter 3: “Life goes on.” | Kenny

  Chapter 4: “Live life. No regrets.” | Kenny

  Chapter 5: “Change is the only constant.” | Slayde

  Chapter 6: “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.” | Kenny

  Chapter 7: “Every breath is a second chance.” | Slayde

  Chapter 8: “Don’t be afraid to try again.” | Kenny

  Chapter 9: “Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.” | Slayde

  Chapter 10: “Have the courage to live.” | Kenny

  Chapter 11: “We live with the scars we choose.” | Slayde

  Chapter 12: “Life teaches, Love reveals.” | Kenny

  Chapter 13: “Take every chance.” | Slayde

  Chapter 14: “Drop every fear.” | Kenny

  Chapter 15: “The sun sets to rise again.” | Slayde

  Chapter 16: “Every journey begins with the first step.” | Kenny

  Chapter 17: “Though she be little, she is fierce.” | Slayde

  Chapter 18: “Surrender to what is.” | Kenny

  Chapter 19: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” | Slayde

  Chapter 20: “Scars show us where we’ve been, not where we’re going.” | Kenny

  Chapter 21: “I am fearless because I’ve been afraid.” | Slayde

  Chapter 22: “Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.” | Kenny

  Chapter 23: “Let Be be finale of Seem.” | Slayer

  Chapter 24: “You’re free with me.” | Kenny

  Chapter 25: “Nothing is promised.” | Slayde

  Chapter 26: “I am Fortune’s fool.” | Kenny

  Chapter 27: “I am the architect of my own destruction.” | Slayde

  Chapter 28: “With pain comes strength.” | Kenny

  Chapter 29: “If I lie in the depths of the sea, you are there.” | Slayde

  Chapter 30: “Choice determines destiny.” | Kenny

  Chapter 31: “May you never be broken.” | Slayde

  Chapter 32: “But the fighter still remains.” | Kenny

  Chapter 33: “A pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas.” | Slayde

  Chapter 34: “With brave wings she flies.” | Kenny

  Chapter 35: “It’s only forever... Not long at all.” | Slayde

  Epilogue: “Always Faithful.” | Derek

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  One to Love

  By Tia Louise

  ~ Kenny + Slayde ~

  Tattoos, bad boys, love...

  Boxing, fame, fortune...

  Loss.

  It’s the one thing Kenny and Slayde have in common. Until the night Fate throws them together and everything changes.

  It’s a story about fighting. It’s about falling in love. And it’s about losing everything only to find it again in the least likely place.

  A stand-alone, ONE TO HOLD novel. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  One to Love

  Copyright © Tia Louise, 2014

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  Cover design by Steven Novak

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  For Mr. TL, who helped me find Kenny and then approved of Slayde.

  Yes, this one is for us.

  Chapter 1: “The pain you feel today is the strength you feel tomorrow.”

  Kenny

  Left, left, left, right jab.

  Left, left, left, right jab.

  Switch.

  Right, right, right, left jab.

  Right, right, right, left jab.

  My fists slammed into the canvass bag, hitting it over and over with a satisfying THUNK! I was a rockstar, a badass. Rocky. No—I was Wonder Woman, blocking bullets with my wrists. Ten more seconds...

  Left, right, left, left, left. Roundhouse kick.

  Right, left, right, right, right. Roundhouse kick.

  BUZZ!

  “Woo!” I yelled as I jumped up and down, clapping my gloved hands together before raising them over my head.

  My muscles were burning and spent, but I felt amazing. I glanced at the motivational poster on the wall—a superhot, ripped woman in a black bikini running over the caption: She’s the gazelle. Be the tiger.

  I pointed at it. “Fuck that! I’m the tiger.” Boom! I gave the bag another roundhouse kick. “Take that, gazelle!”

  Then I exhaled a laugh and stepped back. Post-workout adrenaline was crazy. I grabbed the white towel off the bench along with my water bottle and took a long drink. I wasn’t very good at kickboxing, but it was so much fun. The idea hit me (ha ha) cleaning out my boss Rook’s old VHS tapes of celebrity workouts. I popped in Tae Bo, and immediately I wanted to do it.

  Being self-taught, I’d have to do a certification class if I wanted to train or teach a class of it here at the gym, but I didn’t care. Right now I was simply getting stronger, punching out the stress. A brief glance at the speed bag, and my lips twisted into a frown.

  That little fucker was a whole other matter. I’d looked like an idiot trying to keep time with it my first try. It ended up bouncing back and hitting me in the head, which made Rook howl with laughter. Embarrassment burned my cheeks, but I swore I’d master that guy.

  I just wasn’t doing it this morning. In thirty minutes my first and only client of the day would arrive, leaving me enough time to shower, put on fresh yoga pants, a sports bra and tank, and have my morning power smoothie.

  Fridays were light days, but I had to help run the juice bar for Mariska and hang around in case any new clients walked in or existing ones decided to rearrange their schedules. Mariska was my best friend and self-appointed Mistress of Smoothies. We’d met in art class at Ocean County College. I had taken fall semester off this year, but she arranged her schedule so all her day classes were on Fridays. Pete, the other trainer, wouldn’t be in until lunch. Rook, and his wife Tammy would arrive in the next hour.

  Rook was an ex-NFL player, forced to retire after blowing out his knee. It was pretty life shattering from what I’d pieced together. He’d almost fallen apart, and ended up working as a bouncer, a bodyguard, a mover, pretty much anything requiring muscle, until he met Tammy.

  She was a bombshell of a former pageant girl and got him into professional fitness. She taught most of the group classes here, from Pilates to Zumba, but they started out doing bodybuilding, nutrition, and videos before opening The Jungle Gym in Toms River, right next to Bayville, wher
e I lived, and close to where all the MTV reality-TV kids liked to misbehave.

  They kept it flush with product endorsements and reviews, and the vibe was very sexy, “Where the wild things are.” We never got any celebrities in the gym, but we got a lot of suburban wannabes, which was just as good if not better.

  Rook made all the hiring decisions, and he paid his trainers a decent wage. I was lucky I’d moved back to Bayville right when he’d needed a new juice bar attendant. I’d quickly moved up to personal trainer. Now I was toying with adding kickboxing to my resume. He wanted all of us on the cutting edge of new class offerings. Currently, I was planning out a regimen that combined BodyCombat, Animal Moves, and Rhythm Hit.

  Making my way through the large exercise room, everything smelled like Windex and new carpet. It was actually a nice space for a small, unincorporated gym. I grabbed my key out of my cubby and heading to the female locker area in the back of the building.

  Cool metal met my hand as I pushed through the door and rounded the painted cinder-block wall. The floor was concrete, but it was scored with a diamond pattern and stained aqua blue. Stopping at a locker, I slipped in a small key and opened it. My black tank was soaked as I pulled it over my head, but it was good sweat, not perspiration. I’d worked hard this morning, and a hot shower was calling my name.

  Pushing off my capri-length black workout pants, I stuffed everything into the plastic bag I kept for sweaty clothes and slammed the door. A few steps and I’d be relaxing under the spray. Towels were stacked in neat rolls at the entrance to the long row of showers, and I grabbed one just as I heard the sound of water going.

  Tammy must’ve decided to shower at the club this morning. It was unexpected, but I wrapped the towel quickly around my body in case she stepped out as I passed. Not that I was so modest, but who really walked around a locker room totally naked? Plus, I didn’t want to hear her exclaiming about the lines on my torso or how nicely I was “filling out” since I’d started doing CrossFit.

  Tammy was in amazing shape, and a full-figured hourglass. As such, she made it her mission to fight “negative body image,” and she was always encouraging me to eat more. It would’ve gotten on my nerves if she weren’t so nice.

  Shaking my head with a smile, I rounded the corner and almost screamed. The curtain was open, and Tammy was on full display under the steady stream. Her eyes were closed and her back arched against her husband’s dark chest. He held one of her legs up as he pounded her from behind, and with every slam, her moans grew louder.

  “Oh god! Yes, Yes, YES!!” she wailed.

  Rook gripped one of her breasts in an enormous hand before reaching down and throwing her other leg over his arm. He was actually strong enough to lift her that way, slamming her up and down against his pelvis as the muscles in his dark legs flexed.

  Shock and awe had me glued to the spot with my mouth open. Heat flared between my thighs at the live show.

  “So... fucking... good,” he groaned, gripping her thighs and bouncing her up and down his long shaft.

  “Right there! Right there! Oh YES!” Tammy cried, holding his neck and frantically pumping her legs to help him. She yelped like a puppy, over and over as her entire body began to shake.

  Glazed eyes slit open, meeting mine, and I snapped out of it. I spun on my heel and ran all the way back to the lockers, clutching the towel against my chest. I was panting, my heart was flying, and my whole body trembled. Moisture was slick between my thighs, and Tammy’s orgasmic yelps still echoed in my ears. Shit!

  It was the second time I’d caught them going at it in the gym. The first time was six months ago when I’d been doing my final, nightly sweep before locking up. I’d busted them all the way in the back in the men’s weight room. That time, Rook was straddling the weight bench and Tammy was straddling him.

  Her white-blonde head flew and her back arched as she held on behind her. Every time he pounded her, her large breasts circled with his mouth chasing them. I’d never get that image out of my brain.

  That time I’d run all the way to the juice bar snorting. This time I was pissed. Dammit. They knew I was here, and worse—they knew I’d been alone a long time. It was completely inappropriate and insensitive to parade their insatiable sex life in front of me. Before long, I’d be afraid to round any corners after hours.

  Sitting on the bench, I waited until my breathing calmed, and after what felt like forever, I cautiously stood and crept back toward the showers. My client would be here in just a few minutes, and I had to get ready.

  My long, dark hair was still piled on top of my head, and the towel was secured around my body. The stalls were all empty and quiet. The only signs anyone had been here were the water droplets on the curtains and the wet floor. I figured Tammy had hustled them out after seeing me.

  With a deep breath, I reached for the handle to turn on the hot water.

  * * *

  Tammy was alone, flipping through a fitness magazine behind the juice bar when I went out front. She had a Zumba step class at nine-thirty, and she was dressed in black booty shorts and a loose, hot-pink tank over a camo sports bra. Her hair was now up in a ponytail, and she was a festive contrast to my all-black trainer gear and low-ponytail.

  “Good morning.” Her voice was quiet and had the faintest hint of remorse, but I didn’t respond.

  Instead I went straight to the smoothie machine and loaded it up with almond-coconut milk, a banana, Dino kale, and two scoops of crushed ice.

  “You’re the one ordering all the kale?”

  I glanced up to see her pert nose wrinkled. “I didn’t order it,” I said. “The girls over at Veggie-Smooth asked me to try this recipe for a week and send them clients. If I like it, of course.”

  “I can’t even imagine.”

  Hitting the button, an irritating WHIRR! filled the space, mirroring how I felt inside. “I’m leaving at noon today,” I shouted over the noise. “When Pete gets here.”

  Her light brows clutched together, and I could tell she was working out a response. She knew I was pissed, but to be honest, I wasn’t really sure why. I didn’t begrudge them a healthy, married sex life, and it was their club, after all. Still. They should’ve at least closed the damn shower curtain.

  She took a step closer and leaned against the bar beside me. “I’m sorry, Ken. About earlier. Your key was in the cubby.” It was her way of saying they didn’t think I was here, and she watched me a few moments waiting for my response. “Are you very mad?”

  I released the button on the machine and poured the green mix into a cup. Exhaling, I took a sip of the surprisingly tasty drink. She had a point. Leaving my key in the cubby was the internal code I hadn’t arrived, but I wasn’t convinced she hadn’t heard me in the small boxing room. I was being pretty loud.

  Clearing my throat, I nodded. “A little. I mean, Jesus! Weren’t you just in bed with him at your house?”

  “You’re right, of course you’re right.” She held a hand up in agreement. “It’s just... Rook had to be up here early this morning, and well, I guess... He heard me showering?”

  “Why were you even showering here? What’s wrong with the shower at your house?” One look at her face, and I knew the answer—she was as horny as he was. “You know what? Just forget it.”

  I shook my head and did a little growl. “I’m feeling tense. I’ll take off early today, decompress over the weekend, and we’ll just forget the whole thing.”

  Her hot-pink lips pressed together, and she gave me a little smile. “I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

  I suppressed an eye-roll before taking another long sip of my breakfast. “I would really appreciate that.”

  The women were filtering in for her class, all dressed in booty shorts and neon spandex just like their instructor. They were as bubbly and festive as she was, but a few steps behind them, a short, slightly stooped elderly woman followed. She was dressed in cotton sweats, very old-school and real, and she wore small glasses.
br />   “Mrs. Clarkson!” I called, giving her a wave. “Over here.”

  Confusion left her face when she saw me waving, and she smiled. “Kendra!” She held a hand straight up, and I laughed, thinking of Rook’s silly motivational posters. We were signaling each other across the Amazon—familiar tribe here.

  “Come on.” I caught her hand and led her in the opposite direction, toward the free weights and the machines where I’d work with her on strength training and balance. We got started with our first circuit: curls.

  “Keep your elbows in line with your shoulder.” I lightly touched her joints as Mrs. Clarkson curled the four-pound dumbbells toward her chest. “That’s right.”

  She exhaled a laugh as she lowered the weights. “I’m such a weakling. I don’t know how you have the patience for me.”

  “No way, you’re doing great!” I easily lifted the small purple hand weights she used, but as I turned, I caught the shimmer in her eyes. “Are you okay? Was that too heavy?”

  She hastened to reassure me. “Oh, I’m fine! I’m fine.” But her voice trailed off on the second fine.

  Guiding her workout had eased the irritation... frustration? simmering in my chest over this morning’s shower surprise, so I gently tried again. “It’s okay if you want to talk.”

  Mrs. Clarkson was about the same size as I was, five foot, just at one hundred pounds. She was also forty years older than me, and while I was basically all muscle, she was working to get hers back.

  She gave me a tired smile. “It’s Friday. I don’t want to spoil your weekend fun with my old problems.”

  Blinking down, I helped her lean forward, her knee on the bench, as she slowly extended her elbow behind her, dumbbell in hand.

  After I was sure her form was correct, I answered. “My fun weekend will most likely consist of lying around on the couch watching television.”

  “Boyfriend out of town?”

  “No.” I shook my head, exhaling a laugh. “No boyfriend. Not for me.”

  Switching the weight to her other hand, we rearranged her position. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell the wheels were turning in her head.