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If I’m going to find out exactly what Mitchell Knight is hiding, I need to remember one very important thing.

The Carolina Rovers aren’t the dangerous part of this assignment.

Their owner is.

So, if Mr. Billionaire wants to play Romeo, he’ll have to find himself another Juliet.

I’m not here to fall for Mitchell Knight.

I’m only here for the story.

Period.

Chapter 2

Mitchell

Winning feels good.

I should know. I do it often.

Tonight, though? Tonight feels different.

The Carolina Rovers are Rugby Championship Cup winners.

My team.

The one everybody said was a ridiculous investment. The one sports analysts predicted would fold before anyone outside North Carolina learned their fucking name.

The team Granddad never got to see.

We fucking did it, old man.

I lift my glass and take a swallow of scotch while surveying the ballroom.

The gala is in full swing.

Sponsors.

Players.

Wives.

Girlfriends.

Local politicians.

Celebrities.

Enough sports media to populate a small country.

And everywhere I look, Carolina Rovers jerseys.

Logos.

Championship banners.

Even better, people are talking about rugby. And they are excited.