Back Fire In You
Chapters (43)
  1. Also by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  2. Title Page
  3. Imprint Page
  4. Contents
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Epigraph
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Epigraph
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Epigraph
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Epigraph

“Anyway, both Teresa and Avery were . . . are dancers, professional dancers. Teresa was actually with one of the most well-known dance companies before she injured her knee, preventing her from having a career in dance. For quite some time, they’ve wanted to start offering dance classes, since there aren’t many dance companies in this county or in the tristate. They want to eventually open their own studio, but they’re a long way away from being able to do that.”

Two fingers pressed to his lips as he rested his chin in his palm. “Okay.”

“What they’ve been looking at is space for classes, but as I’m sure you know, space isn’t easy to come by and neither are the type of funds necessary to start a studio from the ground up,” I explained. “What I was thinking is we have a lot of space available, large rooms that could probably be easily converted into dance studio space.”

Brock studied me for a moment. “You’re basically suggesting that we rent out some of our space for dance classes?”

I shot him a dark look. “You don’t need to say it like that. Some of those dancers are more badass than our fighters. Especially when you get into the tumbling and gymnastics aspect, which by the way, gymnastics would also probably be a great route to go down eventually.” Scooting forward, I gripped the arms of the chair. “And offering classes like that doesn’t just appeal to girls. A lot of boys are into dancing. There can be a lot of different age levels and styles. And not only that, we can upsell gym memberships to parents,” I told him. “And maybe even a few self- defense classes.”

Brock appeared to contemplate this for a couple of moments. “And we could probably get a couple of our lower-level martial arts classes out of cross-selling.” His eyes narrowed. “But if your friends are interested in eventually opening their own studio and potentially taking their clients with them, what long-term benefit is there for us? Because it seems like we’d be footing most of the cost to convert the space.”

I’d planned for that question. “If they do decide to leave and open their own studio, and that is an ‘if’ at this point, we bring in different dance teachers,” I responded. “We could also make it worth their while to stay with Lima, which would probably be eventually taking on more of a sponsorship role and allowing them to run it, but that’s neither here nor there at this point. With or without them, this could be a very successful endeavor and it’s not something we’ve ever done before.”

“Hmm.” He tapped his fingers on the corner of his lips. “This is different, going in a direction I doubt Andrew was thinking of, but your father is innovative.” He paused. “So are you.”

Fighting a grin, I nodded.