Page 13 of Tinsel in Telluride

Enzo rolls his eyes. “I know you’re brawn and not the brain of this twinship, but not even you can think this is a good idea.”

“I don’t know,” I snap, cutting off anything else he was about to say. “I—Fuck. I don’t know.”

Unable to sit still, I jump to my feet and round the couch, pacing the length behind it as I try to work through my thoughts. “Leigh is the farthest thing from the person I should be having a child with, but also, I could do worse. And if he is mine, I’ve already missed so much. I’m angry and confused and have no idea what the hell I’m doing. I just know I needed to do something, and getting them to Telluride under the guise ofworking on Monarch Hearts seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“I get it.”

I freeze mid pace and look over my shoulder at him. “Do you?”

“No, not at all.” He huffs with a sardonic laugh. “But you know I’m in your corner no matter what. And the guys will be, too, after they get over the fact you invited her to Christmas when you’ve cock blocked the shit out of them over and over.”

“I know,” I groan, knowing damn well they are going to make my life hell. Especially Bash.

Fucking Leigh.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair, tugging at the strands at the base of my neck.

How could she not tell me?

I get that we don’t exactly have a good history, but we could have fixed things sooner like I wanted to.

But no.

She had to go disappear on me, and then when I had the chance, I fucked it up.

Shit.

We have a kid.

“So what are you going to do?” Enzo’s question stops me from continuing on my doom spiral.

“What more can I do?” I ask, a helpless sort of weight anchoring in my chest. “When she gets here, I’m going to ask what the hell she was thinking and demand a paternity test.”

“What about Monarch Hearts?”

I scoff. “You and I both know I’ve had the logistics ironed out for weeks. I spoke with Phillip over at the Lobos Chapter, and he sent over his notes. I’ll get the final bit done tomorrow before Leigh gets here. That way, she just needs to sign off on it.”

Enzo smirks, reading between the lines. “Was this your plan all along? Get Leigh alone?”

“Before I found out about the kid?” I give him a sheepish shrug. “It’s possible. You know I’ve wanted to fix things for years.”

“I know. And after you saw her this past spring, you became obsessive.”

Not one of my finer moments. But there is something about that woman that drives me mad. She’s fucking incredible. Smart. Sexy. Sarcastic with a side of no bullshit. I know I don’t have a chance in hell, but the feral part of me wants to chase her until she lets me keep her.

Of course, I’m not about to tell my twin that. He’ll never let me live it down. So I brush him off with a bit of brutish assholery. “She gave quite possibly the best head I’ve ever had.”

“You’re disgusting,” Enzo huffs with a roll of his eyes, and all I can offer is a half-hearted shrug.

“I never claimed to be otherwise.”

He continues to shake his head and faces back toward the crackling fire. “That could be the mother of your child.”

“At least I know she’s good at it. Especially if she’s the only woman I’ll be with for the rest of my life,” I say as I cross the room and pour us each two fingers of sipping tequila.

“Wait—what?” Enzo whips his head around just as I offer him his glass. “What the hell does that mean?”

He grabs it and clinks it against mine.

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