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the UFF, than I don’t see how one more is going to make any difference.”
    Krista reached for her mug and twirled it back and forth. “I suppose some would argue that this would be your defining battle. Zane Davis has proven himself to be equally dangerous, equally able to defeat the highest quality opponents, and he’s undefeated, like you.”
    “But I don’t fight to define myself, and certainly not to other people.”
    “So why do you fight?”
    For some reason, this question seemed to stop him cold. His jaw shifted from side to side as he glared at her, and she suddenly realized that he was angry. Very angry.
    “I thought you said yesterday that you agreed with my decision not to fight.” His voice was low, controlled, but beneath the calm she sensed a well of rage.
    “I do agree with your decision,” she said, caught off guard. “But I’m a journalist, I need to ask the questions people want to know.”
    The lie coming out of her mouth tasted worse than ever, as she saw the repulsion in his eyes. But, she knew he would be even more repulsed if he knew her real job and her true feelings.
    “And these are the questions people are just dying to ask me?” he said, his voice sarcastic and bitter.
    “Yes,” she answered. “I mean nobody can figure it out. You cancel on the biggest, most important fight of your career without giving any kind of an explanation.
    You turn your back on the organization that helped you become rich and successful and famous. You turn your back on your fans.” She went in for the kill. “Don’t you think it makes sense to go back to Vegas and face the questions? Don’t you think it might make sense to do this one last fight and silence the critics and the doubters for good?”
    “You know what I think?” he said slowly. “I think you’re just like all the other so-called journalists I’ve run across. I should’ve known better than to trust you. You don’t have real beliefs, real values, and you don’t care about what I’m going through.
    You just say whatever you need to say to get the story.”
    “That’s not true,” she told him.
    But he was already getting up. He pulled out his wallet and threw a ten-dollar bill on the table. “That’s for coffee,” he said. “And the extra is for your gas back to Boston, Krista. I’m sure you’ll get plenty of interest from the other bloodsuckers out there who will sink their fangs into that recording you got. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
    And then he was gone, and she was left alone, sitting at the table with a sick feeling, and Gunner’s half empty coffee mug staring accusingly at her.

    ***
    The next few hours were hell. She went back to her room at the Inn and curled up under the covers, crying. She felt bad on so many levels.
    She hated that she’d lied about being a journalist. Perhaps, she thought, if she’d just had the conviction and self-belief to be honest, Gunner might have actually listened to what she had to say.
    And even if he hadn’t listened, she would still have her integrity. But now she didn’t have that, and she’d also blown her chance to win his trust by being so aggressive as a “journalist.”
    She’d blown it on so many levels, it was sickening.
    And the thing that hurt even more was that she could have sworn that she had a connection with him. Even thinking about it made her feel embarrassed, because she could imagine how everyone would laugh at the idea of Gunner King liking some young girl, fresh out of college with natural boobs and no plastic surgery—a normal girl with nothing to set her apart from the crowd.
    But she couldn’t help it. She knew Gunner felt something for her. It was palpable between them—it was like an electrical current and there was no escaping it.
    Well, other than the fact that he had escaped it. As a matter of fact, he’d basically run away from her as fast as his legs could carry him.
    That’s because I pushed too hard. He saw through my act and he was