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MEGAN
THE WEEK WAS halfway over and Kyle’s training class went better than expected. His students listened and watched diligently, following his every move. Kyle was at peace in the ring; it was where he belonged. I couldn’t imagine him doing anything else in life. Tyler’s dad, Steven, stopped by a couple of times but since Kyle and I had everything handled he didn’t see the need to stay.
“Any prank calls today?” Kyle asked, sweat dripping down his face.
“Not yet. Hopefully, the wanker’s done with me.”
He grabbed a towel and wiped off his face. “He better not try coming in here. He won’t be able to walk out.”
“And he won’t be able to reproduce,” I said, holding up the letter opener.
He cringed. “Just keep that thing away from me.” It was almost time to close and there were only a
