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BECKETT

This dress.

Why did it feel like Sari was really alive? Her limbs kept moving like she was fighting against me. The dress kept sliding down off her arm while I tried to put on the leather jacket. When I finally got the jacket on, my frustration had risen so high, I was fuming.

And I still had the boots and gloves to go.

I slammed my butt down on top of Sari, black boot in hand, and yanked it onto her leg.

The plastic at her hip joint cracked.

Sorry, Sari.

The good news?

Sari and I were making such a commotion that it wouldn’t be long before I attracted every security guard within a two mile radius straight to the trees where I was hiding. That was only good because we wanted all attention on us.

After she was dressed and loaded onto the motorcycle.

The other boot went on, then her gloves, then helmet.

I drew much satisfaction from slamming the helmet on her head, but my force was too much for the plastic. Her head popped off and rolled across the grass, out of the covering of the bushes.

I snarled at her and grabbed for her head.

“Are you trying to get us all in trouble? Cooperate, will you?” I jammed Sari’s head back on. Her gaze was now turned perpetually to the left, but that was better than her head not staying on at all. “Fine. That works. You happy? I’m happy.”

I adjusted her bent arms back in place and tied the bungee around each of her wrists so I could wrap it around me and give the illusion that Sari held onto my waist. Then I cracked her hip bone back in place, adjusted her legs to a sitting posture, shifted her dress into an appropriate position, and leaned her against a tree.

“Are you ready to go, or not? I’ll be good to you, Sari, if you’ll be good to me. We’re a team here, and I’m gonna need your help.”

She stared at me with white, soulless eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Now, no more trouble from you. Stay here. I’ll be right back with my bike.” I pulled on my leather jacket. “Yes, you heard me right. I know you like a man on a motorcycle.”

Her plastic face smirked at me.

Even Sari knew I wasn’t the twin the girls always wanted.