“Don’t,” he said quietly.
Travis ignored him.
“I slipped,” he announced loudly.
“That’s all.”
Grant immediately nodded.
“Exactly!”
“She got lucky.”
The words sounded forced.
Even Grant didn’t seem convinced.
I looked at Travis.
“You still have time.”
“Walk away.”
“Apologize to my daughter.”
“And this ends here.”
He laughed.
“You really think you’re in charge?”
“No.”
“I think you’re making decisions you’ll regret.”
His face twisted with anger.
“I’ve fought amateur champions.”
“I’ve broken tougher people than you.”
“I don’t doubt you’ve hurt people.”
“But hurting people isn’t the same as knowing how to fight.”
Several neighbors exchanged glances.
One of Travis’s training partners quietly muttered,
“She’s right.”
Travis heard him.
His head snapped around.
“What did you say?”
The man sighed.
“I said she’s right.”
“You keep attacking with your emotions.”
“And she’s reading every move before you make it.”
Grant pointed furiously.
“Whose side are you on?”
