“And this year, we have an alternate. Congratulations, boys. You worked hard for this.” I’m still completely numb as I quickly turn to Beck, sure he’s going to be as stunned as I am. Instead, he’s smiling. Smiling. “What did you do?” Beck smirks as he takes the jersey from my loose grip and tugs it over my head. “I made sure things went the way they were supposed to.”
