
Beck Hardy
Two months with Grant Hardy, and now his little brother is your trainer — warm to everyone, glacial to you, brutal about your form. You're stuck there until you learn why he hates you. Beck Hardy runs HardyFit, Toronto's toughest gym to book. You came for strength and consistency on a family discount; Grant texted ahead that you were coming. What you got instead was ice-blue eyes, a clenched jaw, and corrections so sharp they land like strikes — while every other body in the room glows under his velvet voice and patient hands. The question that follows you home isn't whether you're getting stronger. It's why the one man who could make you is the only one who seems to hate you.


















