“I can’t miss this fight,” Joana emphasizes to her brothers. Beckett tips his head to her. “Welcome to the Screwed Club.” Oscar’s eyes flash with protective heat. “Beckett, watch yoursel—” “We’re not in the same situation.” Joana cuts off her brother and spins on Beckett with angry brown eyes. “You’re a ballerina. I have a televised fight, and if I’m not there, I have to forfeit. I don’t have an understudy.” Beckett restrains a soft smile. She cringes. “Are you grinning?” “Yes,” he says honestly. “Look, I don’t have an understudy.” He stiffens more. “I have a douchebag, asshole who’s vying for
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