“Son of a bitch,” he groaned when he stepped out of the locker room, seeing Tessa in the ring as he stepped through the gym doors. “You’re late, Sergeant,” she chided. “I’m not fighting you, Tess. Forget it.” “I trained with the best of the Army Rangers. I can hold my own.” “I don’t doubt that for a minute but I’m not fighting you.” “Come on, McCanton.” “I will not fight you.” Turning on his heel, he went back toward the locker room. Tessa was out of the ring and blocking the door before he reached it. He stopped in his tracks and glared at her. “Look, I get it, you don’t want to hit me. I just want to show you that I know what I’m doing. I can handle this.” “I know you can. In a fair fight you could probably kick my ass, but these guys won’t fight fair. I outweigh you by a hundred pounds at least. You might get a few good shots in but at some point I will over power you. You may fight like a man but you’re still a woman.”
