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during the interview.
    Whatever the reason, Krista knew that she needed to remain poised at all costs.
    A mistake at this point could prove very costly to her.
    “I’m sure that we have way more important topics to discuss than my cuteness or lack thereof.”
    “I disagree.”
    “It’s my interview,” she said.
    He shrugged, took another sip of coffee. “Who’s going to run this piece anyway?”
    She froze for a moment. “Well…I’m…you know…” she swallowed.
    “God, you’re writing this on spec?” Gunner shook his head.
    She didn’t have a clue what spec was, but it didn’t matter. He was still talking.
    “You really must be naïve,” he continued. “What year are you in school anyhow?
    Don’t tell me you’re a freshman or something.”
    “Actually, I’m in graduate school,” she told him. She’d been considering grad school, at least, so that wasn’t a total fib—although she’d intended to do it for business.
    “Hmmm. Good.”
    “Why is that good?”
    “I can’t be calling some freshman in college cute. It’s too weird,” he said. “So, good, you’re in grad school. Where?”
    “Boston University,” she replied promptly. She’d thought that one up last night before falling asleep
    “That’s a decent school,” Gunner said. “But journalism, for a career?” He grimaced. “I’m not sure that’s the best decision.”
    “I can understand why you might not appreciate that career path,” she said.
    “I didn’t say I don’t appreciate it. I just said it’s not necessarily the best decision.
    Right now, jobs in the field are shrinking and a lot of journalists aren’t being fairly paid for their work. Shit, the Internet’s all about Tweeting and Facebooking now. People don’t want real journalism anymore.”
    Krista stared at him. Her nervousness shot through the roof, because Gunner wasn’t just gorgeous and sexy and strong and extremely charismatic. He was also really, really smart. “Getting back on track,” she said.
    “We are on track, Krista.” He leaned over the table slightly, his chin angling towards her, his eyes gazing at her intently. “Look, I want to help you. If we do this whole interview thing, you’re going to have a really big scoop on your hands. I need to help guide you through this, make sure you cut a good deal for yourself.”
    “But first we need to actually do the interview,” she told him. “And so far you’re asking all of the questions.”
    He sat back and waved her off. “Fine, ask your questions. Go on.”
    “Well,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and trying to get composed again. “Let’s start at the beginning. Why did you decide to pull out of this fight, the biggest of your entire career?”
    “First of all, I don’t really look at fighting that way.”
    “What way?”
    “I don’t care about how big something is for my career. I don’t care if people think a fight is too small, because I take all of my opponents very seriously.”
    She nodded, trying to look as though she was taking in what he was saying. “But you have to admit, your opponent for this upcoming fight is someone that people think will truly test you.”
    Gunner’s jaw tensed and his shoulders seemed to tighten under his shirt. “Zane Davis is a great fighter, I take nothing away from the guy. But I didn’t pull out of this fight because I was afraid of him. That’s just not the case.”
    “But does it concern you that people will believe that?” she said. “Even now, if you go on the message boards and all the sports websites—“
    “I don’t go on Internet message boards and websites and try and see who thinks what about me,” Gunner interrupted. “I don’t give a shit if people think I’m afraid of Zane Davis. Those people don’t know me and their opinions don’t matter to me.”
    “It’s your legacy, though,” she pressed.
    “If people can’t see what kind of fighter I am from the twelve hard battles I’ve had in