A Protector's Second Chance (Unit Matched #2) Read Online Free

ago. Then,” he shrugged, “I figured I’d start my own business.”
    “That’s really interesting.”
    “You know what else is interesting?” he stared at me.
    I shook my head.
    “I have told you that exact story at least four times.”
    I inhaled through my teeth. I should have paid better attention on our dates .
    “Okay,” I threw my hands up in the air. “I’m not going to win Matched of the Year, but I’m trying to be nice, now.”
    “I guess.” Oliver mumbled, focusing on the computer screens.
    I knew that no matter what I did; it wouldn’t make him happy. I knew I hadn’t told him a lot about me. So, maybe I should start there.
    “My major is computer engineering. I dabbled in some coding and design, but I love taking the computer apart and seeing all the bits and pieces inside. I’ve always been that way. I once took apart my grandmother’s toaster just to figure out how my toast came out perfectly brown every time. She wasn’t really happy with me, but she didn’t tell my parents that I broke it.”
    I was thankful for that.
    “Do you miss school?”
    “Actually, I do.” Since I had been sent to the cabin, I’d had to withdraw from the semester. I hated to do that, but I had to. I still didn’t know what was going to happen, so I couldn’t register for the next semester. My future was still unknown, and I disliked that part the most.
    “Do you miss Unit?” His question was soft, but I knew he was fishing for information.
    “I miss my girls, most of all. Other than that,” I shrugged my answer, saying without saying that I couldn't care less about anyone else.
    Oliver didn’t push for more details. He returned his focus to his computer screens, clicking away on the mouse.
    “I’m going to bed.” I got up, before he could say anything, and headed back upstairs.

Chapter 9
    Day 14 of 90
     
    “I think you’re intentionally trying to hurt me.” Oliver kept blocking my shot, but I had connected with his shoulder a few times.
    “What?” I stepped back from my attack position and fake gasped. “How could you say something like that, Oliver?”
    He rolled his eyes at me. “Really? I don’t know why. Maybe because you’re trying to break my arm.”
    I gave him a small smile. “I promise I’m not trying to do that. Remember, we’re equals.”
    “I’m beginning to wonder.”
    My smile deepened as we went back into position. Oliver easily blocked every punch, swing, and even a couple of kicks. I tried with all my might, but he was as quick as I was.
    “Being equals sucks.” I panted, dropping my arms.
    Oliver chuckled. “Do you want to stop?”
    “I think I’ve had enough for today.” I shook off my gloves.
    If my parents had heard me say that, I wouldn’t have made it up the stairs.
    “I think that’s the best sparring match I’ve had in a while.” Oliver took off his gloves. I handed him mine, and he put them both away in the closet.
    “Well, you are with the best.” I joked, trying to sound like I was still a Protector of the Royal bloodline.
    “Yes, I am.”
    I ignored him and walked over to where I’d set my towel and bottle of water. I wasn’t sure how to take his overly positive attitude. Although, I was feeling pretty good.
    I patted my face with the towel and realized that I had sweated a lot more than I’d thought. I knew I probably didn’t smell very good either. My T-shirt was clinging to me. I took it off, releasing the heat from my skin.
    “Amaya.”
    I knew that tone. I took my T-shirt and he doesn’t like it. Oliver had used it on me once before when we were in New York and I had taken off my jacket.
    I spun on my heels and stared at him with the meanest look I could muster.
    “No, there’s no one else here. We’re in the middle of the woods. I highly doubt anyone even knows this place exists. On top of all of that,” I stepped up to him. “You’re my Matched; you’re the only one that gets to see me this way.”
    I gave him a sexy