Marcus raised an eyebrow at me. “I thought it was just a game.” I shrugged. “It was. And now it’s not.” Marcus chuckled. “She broke you? The great never-lose Martino’s string of victories…finally at an end.” “I don’t know if I consider myself the loser in this scenario,” I drawled, folding up my sketch and putting it into my bag. “After all, I get her.” Marcus whistled lowly. “Like that, is it? So quickly? Great. You’ve joined Cade and Beckett in the loved-up club. I’m the last man standing, like always.” His dark eyes flickered back to the young and mysterious music teacher. “Sorry, dude. It
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