Jude is my best friend, and God knows I love him, but he can be so thick. Especially where his enemies are concerned. I trained Jude, so I know he can kick ass with the best of them. He could easily demolish ten average men. But he chooses to put up with more crap...
Noble, that's what he is.
And stubborn.
May's good for him because if Jude won't defend himself, he sure as hell will defend her. Not only against his enemies, but against her own family. Half the time Jude doesn't know if he wants to protect her, argue with her, or carry her off like a caveman. Around May, it seems like he's lost his finesse. Hilarious, that's what it is.
In fact, if it wasn't for that damn cretin Elton Pascal, I'd love watching Jude stumble through his feelings for May. The girl has backbone, and better still, she's a fan of the SBC.
Jude's gotten so damn popular that no one ever dares to tell him like it is. Well, I do. But I'm forty-seven, ex-military, and a master at mixed martial arts, so I'm used to doing as I please, and having everyone else do as I please, too.
May's just a small-town art's dealer. With an enormous heart. And a boatload of determination. And a real case for Jude.
But none of that that has stopped her from going toe-to-toe with Jude.
The thing is, Elton Pascal is sniffing around, I just know it. He won't be happy until he's destroyed Jude. It just goes to show how stupid he is that he thinks he can use May to do that.
Jude has put up with a lot from Elton, but using May crossed the line, and Jude is finally going to get him out of his hair, once and for all. And 'bout damn time, I say.
Once that's taken care of, he and May can finish sorting through this romance business.
And I can sit back and watch all the fun.
