"Later," Asher said. When he got his way, maybe. Which might have been right around never, but he wasn't going to tell Ray that.

"And stop fussing about my health." He was well aware of his mortality without Ray's constant reminders. He couldn't stress, he couldn't smoke to deal with the stress - there was just no winning.

Removing the second glove, he dropped it onto Ray's stomach and stared upward from his spot on the floor of the ring.