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KYLE
IT WAS THE end of round one. Chuckling, I helped Grady to his feet. “Have you thought about competing in the UFC? I don’t think I’ve seen your name before.”
“You haven’t,” he replied with a smirk. “Maybe one day I’ll think about it. Right now it’s not what I’m interested in.” He strolled over to his corner and I went to mine. Zane rushed up to the cage and waved me over with impatience.
“What’s your problem?” I asked with a chuckle.
He glared over at Grady, his expression dark. “I don’t have the problem, you do. You’re not fighting who you think you are, Andrews.”
What the hell was he talking about? “Oh yeah? Who am I fighting?” My gaze caught someone in the crowd as Zane answered and by the look in her honey eyes, everything fell into place.
“It’s Alex, Megan’s ex.”
Hearin
