Huh. It’s not bad enough she’s my granddaughter, but she has to be sexy as a minx, too. And legally old enough to make her own decisions if the age on her ID were accurate. She looked eighteen, anyway. He’d tackle her about her exact age later. Kit tried to adjust himself to the uncomfortable new mindset as she crossed the last couple of yards and came to a halt. She balanced lightly on the balls of her feet. “Well, are you ready?”
Kit shook his head. “Malcolm’s joining us. I want to watch you two spar first. Then you and I will pair off.”
She didn’t look happy about that.
Malcolm finally arrived. “Okay, boss. Shoot.”
”Let’s see what the two of you can do, shall we?”
Malcolm nodded and gave Margo a formal bow. She returned it in classic sportsmanlike fashion-and Malcolm charged Half-a-second later, Margo grunted sharply. Her back connected with the mat. Kit shook his head and tsk-tsked.
”Margo, didn’t your instructor ever teach you to keep your eyes on your opponent?”
She glared up at him from an extremely indelicate position with Malcolm between her knees. He’d pinned her wrists to the floor. “How was I supposed to know he’d cheat?”
Malcolm grinned. “This isn’t a dojo, Miss Margo.”
”And it sure as hell ain’t a high school match,” Kit added dryly. “We’re here to see how you can fight. If you want to discuss customs and courtesies in the competitive arena, go talk to an etiquette master.”
Malcolm rose easily. Margo scrambled to her feet, mastering a huffy glare on the way up. “All right,” she muttered “Let’s see you try that again. This time, I’ll be watching.”