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“So, Oscar’s future is fucked,” Wolfgang concludes, leaving us in a state of silence.

“Unless we do a further investigation.”

We all look to the door to see Iris and someone we really don’t expect.

Or want here.

“Iris? Why in the hell did you bring Jayce here?” Wolfgang questions as he stands up. I can tell his anger is rising by the second, but I’m still staring at Iris and Jayce.

“Huh?” Iris looks confused as she glances around the room. “We came here because Coach Cyrus encouraged us to.”

“Iris, you’re allowed to be here,” Damien stresses. “Jayce, on the other hand, is not.”

“How the hell did you even get out of the police station and down to the hospital so fast? You think because you set up Oscar in whatever game you’re playing that we’re not catching onto your obsession with using your money to save your ass?” Ace drills him as he’s next to stand with a threatening glare.

“If you’re here to apologize, don’t bother,” Maddox says with a sigh, as if he’s tired of even the idea of being apologized to. “Enough damage has been done. Let’s not make things worse, like escalating our blood pressure or igniting a fight in this hospital room.”

“Hold on,” I speak up, deciding something is off. “You’re not Jayce.”

Everyone’s eyes are on me, but my full attention is on the man who looks exactly like Jayce.

But hotter? Calmer. Doesn’t look like a ticking time bomb will set off if you look at him the wrong way.

“Mishka,” Wolfgang sounds worried. “Please don’t tell me you have a concussion?”

“Maybe when you guys landed in the net, she hit her head?” Ace offers.

“No, Maddox was cradling her with his whole body. She didn’t have any head injuries.”

“So maybe shock at seeing him?” Maddox suggests.

I roll my eyes.

“I’m serious,” I huff and point to the man in question and gesture from head to toe—the blond hair, blue eyes, 6’1” figure staring at us with an uplift of the right corner of his lip.

Showing a dimple Jayce doesn’t have.

“That is not Jayce. I’m not crazy.”

“See. This just proves that the whole philosophy of women changing their hair and men literally not noticing is absolutely true,” Iris mutters and looks disappointed in my four men. “Are you guys color blind?”

“I noticed your hair change,” this Jayce lookalike speaks as he slightly glances over to Iris, who gives him a ‘that’s not the point’ look in return.

I can tell there’s some sort of tension between the two of them.

Sexual tension?

I also notice the very distinctive tattoo on the side of his neck.

Jayce doesn’t want tattoos because he wants the perfect image on display at all times.

The ultimate favor of the good boy image.

Iris sighs and clears her throat. She then moves a few steps, grabs this Jayce lookalike by the hand, and brings him to the end of our shared hospital bed so we can get an actual look at him.

“Since I’m probably going to deal with this multiple times, we’re just going to jump straight into introductions,” she begins and scans all of us.

Letting go of his hand, she gestures dramatically to the man in our company.

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