"I know. I just?—"
"Too late for that."
The voice comes from behind Alder, low and furious. We both turn to find Josh Grentley standing in the locker room doorway, his expression twisted with rage.
Grentley's hands are clenched into fists at his sides. “You fucked my wife, Stag?”
"Josh—" I start, but he's already moving.
He grabs Alder—mistaking him for me like everyone else does when we’re standing side by side—and yanks him backward. Alder stumbles, caught off guard.
"You son of a bitch!" Grentley roars. "You had to ruin everything, didn't you? Couldn't leave well enough alone!"
“Hey, man, that's not—" Alder tries to say, but Grentley's fist is already flying.
The punch connects with Alder's jaw with a sickening crack. My twin goes down hard, blood immediately streaming from his mouth.
"NO!" I launch myself at Grentley, tackling him away from Alder. We crash into the lockers, metal clanging. "That's not me, you fucking idiot! That's my brother!"
Grentley's eyes widen as he realizes his mistake, but he doesn't stop fighting. “I don’t care which of you goes down. You’re both assholes!” He screams and shouts, fists flying. I leave my twin bleeding on the ground so I can get a few hits in on this puckered-up asshole.
We're grappling, both slipping on the wet floor, when suddenly someone is pulling us apart.
"What the hell is going on?" Gunnar's voice booms through the locker room. He's got Grentley in a bear hug, dragging him backward. "Josh, what are you doing?"
"He got her pregnant!" Grentley struggles against Gunnar's hold. “Your piece of shit brother fucked my wife!”
Gunnar snorts. “I think I’d know if my brother was having a baby.”
I shoot a death glare at Gunnar and try to get to Alder, who'ssitting on the floor, hand pressed to his mouth, blood seeping between his fingers.
“Tuck, I’m calling you later, man.” Gunnar grunts, barely maintaining his grip on Grentley. "Take Alder to Lena. Now!"
I don't argue. I drop beside Alder, hauling him to his feet. His face is already swelling, blood dripping down his chin.
"Come on," I say, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and dragging him toward the dental suite.
Behind us, I hear Grentley howling as Gunnar drags him toward the exit.
"This isn't over, Stag! You hear me? This isn't over! All of you Stags are going to pay for this!"
The threat follows us as I move my brother. I'm soaking wet, leaving a trail of water. Alder is bleeding, stumbling beside me. Everything is falling apart faster than I could have imagined.
I shoulder through the door to Lena’s office, startling her from whatever she was doing at her desk.
"Tucker? What—" She sees Alder and immediately springs into action. "What happened?"
"Grentley," I say, helping Alder into the dental chair. "He thought Alder was me. Punched him."
"Jesus." Lena's already putting on gloves, gently tilting Alder's head back. "Let me see, babe.”
Alder removes his hand from his mouth, revealing a mess of blood and?—
"Tooth's out," Lena says grimly, examining his mouth. "Upper right lateral incisor. Damn it, Josh."
"We match now," Alder mumbles, trying for humor despite the pain. His words are slurred around the swelling.
I sink into the chair, my head in my hands. Everything is ruined. The team knows. Grentley attacked my brother. And Sloane?—
