“To be fair, we probably shouldn’t call it sparring,” Gavin said, adjusting the strap on one of his gloves. “Because I’m going to fucking hit him for real.” Logan laughed. “Your funeral,” Evan said with a skeptical glance at Gavin. “I can take him,” Gavin said. “And now you’ll all know.” “Gav, you’re nuts, man,” Logan said. “I still say we should do this two on one.” Gavin eyed me with that wild-eyed expression. It was unnerving. “Nope. I got this.”
