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"I don't know," I said, and shrugged "That's the one thing that's stopping me He's distracted"

"Tooyou stopped fighting when you did or you'd be a lot uglier than you already are"

I laughed at that, despite the sick feeling inout on me I was called Pretty Boy Saint when I was—briefly—in the local MMA circuit For whatever reason, I'd hters suffered—cauliflower ears, broken and bent noses, busted swollen lips like Sean and Conor I had my share of scars from kicks and punches, but my bones had all remained intact

"I see Celia is with you," I said, keepingabout hitting on her, but Graham interrupted me

"Speaking of which, stay away fro expression on his face

I frowned, a jolt of adrenaline surging through me "Like you really need to even say that"

"I knohat a dog you are Just keep away, okay? Spencer would love an excuse to come after your family Believedown"

I glanced away, hurt by his words "I thought you'd ask me to look out for her"

"What a "I know you better than anyone"

"Then you should know I've never laid a hand on Celia and never would"

"Keep it that way"

We sat in an aard silence, and I was at a loss for what to say

Sure, I was a notorious bachelor, and hadn’t dated seriously since I’d entered the MBA prograive your heart to someone, tell them your secrets, your fears, and they up and leave you for your frat brother

I grabbed another beer and took a long drink, needing the warht out Not only had he giveninto business together, he arning me off his little sister

Like I was planning on banging Celia…