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Harper: You’ll be proud of me.
I saw the text, and I grinned. The bar was crowded, the music so loud I felt it vibrate through the floor. I had no interest in the scene. I wasn’t drinking since I was training, and I wasn’t looking for p***y like the others were. I felt like an old man with the other fighters I was with. One was dancing with a curvy blonde, his hand riding low on her waist as she all but humped his thigh. Yeah, I wouldn’t be giving him a ride home tonight. Two others were seated beside me at a high top, but they were turned toward the dance floor, scoping out the women.
After the evening BJJ class, I was pulled into going to a bar and watching the fights, checking out the competition, then we’d gone onto another bar, then this one. It was late, after two. I felt
