Amazed, he rolled over onto his back. Brynn reached down and offered a hand. Jonas lashed out with his boot. The man grabbed his leg and flipped him ass over ashcan. He ate more dirt. Brynn offered his hand again. Jonas accepted it and unleashed a hard fist that should have crushed the man’s cheekbone. It fanned air and ended up twisted painfully behind his back. Brynn grasped Jonas’s Adam’s apple with his free hand. He froze. Frantically, his eyes scanned the dune. When would Lard Ass and Skinny Butt show up?
“We can keep this up all day,” Brynn said calmly. “And you won’t lay a hand on me. You’re a street fighter. I’m a trained fighter. It’s not a fair fight.”
“Fu…” Jonas clamped his mouth shut as the hand tightened on his esophagus.
“We’re two civilized human beings. If you’ll climb
