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sexy little outfit, she obviously had a rocking tight body. And she wasn’t dumb either. In fact, she was very quick-witted.
    These were all qualities that I normally liked in a girl.
    But for some reason, I just wasn’t concerned with giving Brooklyn any attention.
    Finally, it was getting late enough that people were starting to leave. I was feeling drunk and a little depressed. I kept wanting to text Lindsay, just to make sure she got home okay.
    Leave it alone, I told myself. She doesn’t want you bugging her. It’s for the best.
    Brooklyn had been watching us play pool for nearly an hour. When Jimbo left to go to the bathroom, she walked over to me. “So, what’s the deal? Are you just totally indifferent to me or what?”
    I leaned on my pool stick. “I’m not indifferent. I’m just tired. I went about a million rounds last night.”
    “That’s no excuse.” She smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I’m going home. Want to come with?”
    I thought about it. A million possibilities flashed through my head. I pictured her naked, on top of me, both of us sweating, doing it like a couple of animals. Then I imagined afterwards, how I’d lay next to her and figure out when I could get the hell out of there without seeming like an asshole.
    “I think I’m too tired and beat up,” I said. “Can I take a rain check?”
    She made a surprised face. “It’s not often a guy says no to me. Especially someone who works for my dad. But have it your way, Justin Brown. Have it your way.” And then she walked out of the room, her hips swaying as she shook her ass provocatively.
    Malcolm watched her go and then whistled, looking back at me. “You do realize that Quarry’s daughter wants to fuck your ever living brains out, right?”
    “That’s Quarry’s daughter?”
    Malcolm laughed. “Hell, yeah. And she’s hot as hell. What’s wrong with you?”
    I was stunned. “I just…fuck. I had no clue.”
    “That girl is something else. She’s like the perfect woman. Hot as shit, knows fighting inside and out, and not too shabby in the brains department, either.”
    I sighed and rubbed my face. “I’m just not thinking straight lately.”
    “Obviously not.” Malcolm shook his head and took his shot. “Every guy in the damn gym has hit on her at one time or another and she’s never shown an ounce of interest until you came along.” He chuckled to himself. “And then she chooses the one clown who couldn’t give a fuck about her because he’s stuck on some other girl.”
    “I’m not stuck on anybody.”
    Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Sure you’re not.” He laughed. “Keep on telling yourself that, brother.”
    A few minutes later, I’d lost my taste for the game and the beer. It was time to go. As I was leaving, someone clapped a hand on my shoulder like a vice. I turned around and saw Quarry there, looking at me with a strange expression on his face. For an instant, I wondered if Brooklyn had said something bad about me. And then he grinned.
    “Did you have fun tonight?”
    “Yeah, I did. Thanks. Awesome place you’ve got here.”
    “Thanks. I built it with my blood and bones. Almost literally.” His flinty eyes seemed to look into my soul. “Every brick, I paid for in brain cells and hemoglobin.”
    “That’s a grim picture.”
    “It is what it is. Warriors are born to fight, and we know that the body is just currency.”
    “I’d like to keep as many brain cells as possible, though.”
    “Then you’re in the wrong business.”
    I shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.”
    Quarry moved closer. I could smell stale beer and chips on his breath. “You can be great, man. Great. Do you know how many guys can say that?”
    I shook my head. “No.”
    “Almost nobody,” he replied. “I wasn’t great. I couldn’t have been great, either.
    And out of my whole team, there’s not one guy right now that can be at the top of the sport. Not even Tim, and he’s fucking awesome. But he’s