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Layla snorted into her drink while I tried to hide my face behind my hair, cheeks burning. Joshua kept his head on my shoulder, but I saw something in his eyes: that usual spark of trouble glinting.

I already knew the moment I saw him glancing at Aly as if he were about to cause trouble.

“You know, you and Alex are kind of the same. A match made in hell.”

Aly froze mid-sip of her drink. “Excuse me?”

Joshua just shrugged, pretending to study the sky. “Both loud, stubborn, and love to argue. You’d either kill each other or end up married. I can’t decide which one would be worse.”

Aly blinked once. Then twice.

“Don’t”—she pointed her finger right at him—“you dare say we’re a match, Lockhart.”

Joshua shrugged, lifting his head from my shoulder. “What, being compared to Grayson too much for you to handle?”

“Say I’m the devil, say I belong in hell, I don’t care,” she shot back, voice rising just enough to make Layla snort. “But don’t you ever say I match that arrogant, self-righteous—”

“—artist?” Joshua supplied helpfully.

“—asshole!” Aly finished. “Ambrose and Grayson don’t go together. Not in this world, not in any.”

Joshua smirked. “Sounds like something people say before they fall in love.”

Aly’s jaw dropped. “LOCKHART—”

Layla was already looking down at the grass, trying to hide her grin. I was doing my absolute best not to giggle because Aly looked furious, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, ready to throw her drink at him.

Joshua just leaned back on my shoulder again, satisfied, murmuring low enough for only me to hear, “Told you. Match made in hell.”

I elbowed him lightly, whispering, “You’re going to die one of these days.”

He just grinned, eyes still on Aly. “Worth it.”

Chapter Sixty-Four

Aurora

My phone buzzed again.

Joshua: Practice is boring. I want to go home.

Joshua: You better be home by the time I’m back, Princess.

Me: Yes sir! *pink heart emoji*

Joshua: I’m dying.

Me: You’ll be fine, only a few hours.

Joshua: You being okay without me doesn’t mean I’ll be okay without you.

Me: Joshuaaaa.

Me: I’ll screenshot this and expose you if you don’t go practice. Coach will yell at you.

Joshua: Do it.

Joshua: Show the world Joshua Lockhart is on his knees for you, baby. I’ll confirm it.