“Well, that’s super reassuring.” Monty tosses her long hair over her shoulder. “Okay, I’m ready.”
She sits across from me at the breakfast bar, another Wednesday already here, another stack of pancakes to be had.
I flip the one sitting in the pan, avoiding her curious stare.
“Wait!” She holds her hand up. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“What? No! Babies are gross!” I shiver in disgust. “I’mwaytoo diligent about that shit to get knocked up.”
“Good.” She sits back, looking relieved. “That’s good. So, what’s up then?”
I take a deep breath, ready to unleash years and years of secrets on my sister.
Luckily for me, I know she’s way too nice to try to maim me for keeping my mouth zipped tight. Plus, she knows the kind of house we grew up in, knows why I needed to keep this secret.
At least I hope she knows.
“Okay, so, remember in high school how I told you I had this…pen pal?”
“I remember,” she says.
“Well, remember when we started texting on my secret phone because I said buying stamps was getting too expensive?”
“Yes…though now I realize that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.”
“No, it doesn’t, especially considering those damn phone cards cost a whole hell of a lot more than a fucking stamp.”
She laughs. “Very true.”
I note the way she doesn’t flinch when I use profanity, a huge step up from the Monty of last year.
I guess that’s what happens when your prim and proper twin sister snags herself a tattooed bad boy…who also happens to be one hell of a sexy single dad.
If only I’d seen him first…
I move the finished pancake to a plate then slide it over to Monty.
“What about that though?”
“Well…” I drag out, pouring more batter into the skillet. “I was texting with a guy.”
She lifts a cardigan-clad shoulder. She might be dating a bad boy, but the girl still dresses like she’s a kindergarten teacher. “I kind of figured that much.”
“He’s…” I lick my suddenly dry lips and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “Fuck it. He’s kind of the reason I moved across the country.”
A crease forms between her brows. “I thought you moved to go to school with Allie.”
“I mean,technicallyI did, but it was also because of him. He’s best friends with AJ.”
Her mouth drops open. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting him.” I shake my head. “Anyway, I came out here to be with him. I—”
She holds her hand up again and I pause.
She swallows the food in her mouth. “Sorry. I had a question.”
“Go on.”