Free Saving a Legend: A Kavanagh Legends Novel by Sarah Robinson Page B

K?”
    “Like you’re ready for that,” Rory scoffed, heading in their direction. Kieran noted that Rory didn’t say hi or acknowledge him directly, and he didn’t really care.
    Kane stood straighter. “What the hell does that mean?”
    “It means he’s not in your weight class anymore.” Rory eyed Kieran’s large frame.
    It was true. While once he and Kane had been completely identical, even in size, that was no longer the case. Kieran had gained so much muscle weight in prison that he’d quickly surpassed his brother without even trying. Well, he had been trying, but his reason had nothing to do with Kane. He’d needed to be able to fight off anyone who tried to shank him in the prison yard.

    “Fuck you both.” Kane huffed. “I can take him.”
    Kieran laughed. It wasn’t often he got to feel superior to his twin. “Relax, Kane. I promised the next fight to Tate.”
    “Like I said, fuck you both,” Kane repeated before turning and walking toward the center of the cage. Kieran’s eyebrows shot up when he saw the back of Kane’s shirt.
    “What the hell, Kane? You stole my name?” Kieran balked.
    “Uh,” Kane turned around quickly to hide the Kane “Killer” Kavanagh written on the back of his shirt. “You weren’t using it.”
    “You little shit, I’ve been using ‘Killer’ since I was in middle school. People here still call me that.” Kieran shook his head, irritated as all hell, before turning to Rory. “And you just let him do that? You’re his trainer.”
    “I told him you’d kick his ass for it.” Rory shrugged indifferently. “We all did. Kane’s more stubborn than Ma.”
    Kane looked sheepish for all of a minute before he was over it. Kieran wasn’t, though. It was like his family had barely thought of him while he was away—out of sight, out of mind. He wasn’t mad only at them, though; he was mad at himself. He’d done this to his own life, and now he was living with the consequences. Turning on his heel, he headed toward the weights to get in some circuits.
    Adjusting the lat pull-down machine to the highest weight he could do, he slid onto the bench and began his reps. It had been several days since he’d done any weights, and the burn in his back and arms felt great. He made a mental note to keep coming regularly but to find a time when his brothers wouldn’t be there.

    With sweat glistening across his forehead and his biceps straining, he soon attracted the attention of a pretty brunette who’d been using the leg press a few feet away. Sauntering up to him, she leaned against the side of his machine to watch him. He glanced up at her between reps but didn’t say anything. He didn’t recognize her, but it was obvious what she was doing.
    Her arms were crossed, pushing her breasts up so they were spilling over the top of her sports bra. Her hair was expertly done and hanging to the side; her makeup was fresh and heavy; and there wasn’t an ounce of sweat on her hairline or a sheen on her face. He narrowed his eyes a bit; he didn’t care for people who came to gyms primarily to be eye candy instead of to get a workout.
    “I haven’t seen you around here before.” She smiled seductively, tossing her hair over one shoulder and offering him her hand as he finished a rep and stood up. “I’m Trixie.”
    “Kieran,” he replied gruffly, not wanting to give her an inch. He noticed a few men looking on jealously. The attention made him wonder why he was eager to get away from her. He’d just spent two years abstinent, and it had sucked. He should be jumping on an opportunity for an easy lay, and as he looked her up and down, he could tell that everything about Trixie screamed easy.
    “Good to meet you, Kieran. Hopefully, I’ll see you again soon.” She leaned in way too close, practically sandwiching her breasts against his chest as he felt her hand brush his. “Very, very soon.”
    With that, she pulled away and walked off, taking care to sway her hips from