“I could ask you the same question,” I replied.
Dylan might have been one of the more unconventional members of his class, but he still belonged to high society. I would have never expected him to frequent a place this seedy.
“The owner of this gym is a client of mine,” Dylan said. “I swing by here now and then when I’m sick of the high class parties. You’ve been to them. You know how trying they are.”
“I do… but this?”
One of the boxers in the ring landed a particularly gruesome punch on his opponent, whose nose started to bleed.
Dylan shrugged. “Human nature. Guys enjoy a good fight now and then.”
I didn’t know if I believed that, but I chose not to argue at this particular moment, being surrounded by men who likely thought the same as Dylan.
“Now that I’ve answered your questio
