She was excited enough when he was doling out the beatdown. And there was a moment—when he delivered the first kick to Lochlan’s leg, and I figured out what he was doing. I got excited, too. Not sexually. But there were tingles. I know he didn’t do it for me, but that hopelessly naïve part of me that’s never grown up could pretend, for a second, that he’s our champion. Ours. And nobody better fuck with us.
