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than telling him, and he had enough of his own shit going on to be worried about me over what was soon to be nothing. I filled him in on how Olivia and I met, and had just gotten to the part where I punched Andy in the mouth when he stopped me with a groan.
    "You know Butch is going to kill you if you tell him that."
    I did know. Punching a guy bare-knuckle like that in anger was a bad idea on so many levels. I could've broken a finger or a bone in my hand that would have derailed my upcoming bout, but it also could have ruined my career. Not to mention, I could've gotten arrested.
    I flexed my hands, now free of the tape. Not bad. A little sore, but nothing to complain about. Not that it would stop my crochety old bastard of a trainer from doing so if he got wind of what went down.
    "Yeah, well, I have no intention of telling him and he won’t be back for another two weeks. It’ll be old news by then. It's all good now."
    "Except for that’s not the whole story.” Matty stared me down, like if he looked hard enough, he might be able to read my mind. “Let me see if I can fill in the blanks on the rest. Now sexy little rich girl Olivia—I’m assuming she’s sexy because you can’t stop thinking about her, am I right?—feels all grateful, and wants to take Big Bash McDaniels for a ride."
    I stepped through the ropes and out of the ring, making my way to one of the long wooden benches that circled the perimeter of the tiny gym, and sat. Reid tweaked my nerves on the regular, but Matty and I were tight and didn’t usually butt heads. The anger that swelled in me at his words was out of line and I knew it, but shit, they bothered me.
    "Fuck you, bro,” I said finally. “That's not what it's about."
    "Are you sure?
    Not even a little. But I refused to let the doubt show on my face. It wasn't any of his business. "Look, I only even told you what happened because I don't feel like having you hound me about it. Now you know. I met a girl, she was having a little trouble, and I helped her out. That's it."
    "So if that happened last night, then why are you still thinking about her tonight to the point that you're letting it interfere with business? Did you see her again?"
    I kicked off my sneakers, shoved them into my duffel bag and nodded. "Yeah. She came by the bar earlier. She felt bad because I got fired. Then I walked her home."
    "Is that a euphemism?" His wide grin at his own stupid joke made my lips twitch but I wasn't about to encourage him.
    "No. I actually just walked her home. That was that. So can you give me some space? There's no big drama going on or anything. I'll probably never see her again."
    Even as the words left my mouth, my stomach clenched. Some part of me knew it before…maybe had known it from the second she stumbled into my arms. The thought of never seeing Olivia again was flat-out unacceptable. A thousand excuses for why that was ran through my mind at once. Maybe she’d need someone to have another little “talk” with Andy for her. Or maybe she really did want some self-defense lessons. Hell, we were practically neighbors. Maybe she’d need a cup of sugar to bake a cake someday. Not that I could help her on that front. We had frozen chicken, broccoli, egg whites, and protein drinks in the apartment during training, and that was it.
    But no matter how I tried to dismiss her away to Matty, the fact was that I wanted to see her again.
    Soon.
    Now.
    Which only reinforced all the reasons I shouldn’t. "For real. I'm definitely not going to see her again."
    Because Olivia wasn't a fun party girl who wanted me to make her come and leave the next morning with a smile. Olivia was wounded. And when two people with issues came together, shit got fucked up. If my parents taught me anything, it was that. Getting close to this girl would leave its mark.
    "You trying to convince me or you?" Matty leveled me with a long, searching look, and stood. Then he strode toward to door leading up to our