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still hadn’t heard from Ian. Dad got home when I was
getting ready for the fight. I lied and told him I was going to meet Heather. I
wasn’t in the habit of lying to my father, really. But until I knew where Ian
and I stood, I didn’t want to talk to him and let his opinions…all negative,
I’m sure, seep into my brain and influence my decisions.
    I went to the fight and sat in my seat again near
the back and waited. I had that tickle in my belly that I always got when I
knew I was going to see him. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle it if this
thing between us was really over. I’d gotten even more attached than I had let
myself admit. I even really liked this fight stuff, which was weird. I’d
started using fight terms as analogies. For example, when he walked away from
me yesterday, I felt like he had punched me in the gut.
    I heard the crowd roar and everyone got to their
feet as Ian made his way down the aisle. I stood up too, feeling the
butterflies in my stomach take flight at the sight of him. People were chanting
his name over and over. He looked almost oblivious to it and sadly, it reminded
me again of yesterday and how oblivious he had been to my pleas.
    My heart was beating hard like it always did when he
took his place in the octagon. It was a mixture of fear of him getting hurt and
excitement at watching him win. Even from back as far as I was sitting, the
determination on his face was apparent. His name was still rolling off the
announcer’s tongue as he turned and raised his hand in the air towards the
crowd. He was confident and I thought that was so sexy. I could see the way he
was focused on only the fight in the set of his jaw and I watched as he closed
his eyes, took a deep breath and then open them at the sound of the bell.
    Ian and his opponent, a guy named Bustin ’ Billy, came to the center of the ring. The referee
did his talk and they hit fists and separated…until the bell rang. As Ian came
out towards Billy, I couldn’t help but look at his chiseled abs and chest and
remember the last time I got to trace the muscles with my hands. I wanted to do
it again…right now. The two men were circling each other, fists up…Ian’s eyes
looked like a predator’s and I thought if I was Billy, I’d be very afraid.
    Ian struck suddenly without warning, his fist
connecting against Billy’s midriff. His punches were solid and quick and in
rapid succession. Billy’s fist came up after the third punch and headed for the
side of Ian’s face, but Ian moved in time for it to fly right by and returned
almost immediately with a right to Billy’s stomach that doubled him over. A
left hook while he was bent in half sent him sprawling onto the canvas floor.
    Billy rolled away as Ian pounced and they wrestled
around on the floor for a while, both men failing to get the upper hand. When
the buzzer rang the referee had to urge them apart. It was the first one of
Ian’s fights I’d ever watched where it seemed like there was something personal
between him his opponent.
    Ian’s trainer was on one knee talking to him
furiously. Whatever he was saying, it didn’t look like Ian was listening. He
looked like he just couldn’t wait for the bell to ring again. When it did he
jogged out, right into Billy’s fist. His head flew back, but before Billy could
even get off another swing Ian threw out a jab that landed hard on Billy’s
chin. When his head was back, Ian went for his ribs .   He landed one hard punch to Billy’s
side before the other man managed to get away. Ian tried to land a roundhouse
kick next, but Billy spun back and threw his massive arm out and connected with
Ian’s legs, knocking him down. Ian went down hard on his back and Billy jumped
on him, trying to pin him. Ian was able to bring his legs up and get ahold of
Billy in a scissor hold and flip him off. Billy was quick; I had to give him
that. He scrambled to his feet before Ian got up and he was ready for a
thunderous right cross