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But I couldn’t lie and say it was only for Evie’s sake that I wanted to look exactly like my twin.I needed it too.I was desperate for that connection to the only person who had ever loved me with their full heart.
Getting laughed at or having people ask stupid questions about something that was not their business was part of the package.We’d had so little time together so far, though, that we hadn’t talked about one important aspect of our lives together.
Meeting guys, liking them, and then having them mistake us for each other.
That could be a recipe for drama city, but no guy was worth risking my relationship with my sister.
Obviously, whoever this sniffing dog was—he sniffed me again!—he had met Evie.When and where, I didn’t know, because she hadn’t mentioned him to me.At least he couldsmellthe difference between us, which was kind of creepy since he wouldn’t stop sniffing at me.But what if scent wasn’t an option?
Evie and I were two separate people with our own personalities.Our outer shells should not be the only thing a person used to determine whether they wanted us or not.Of course it was, though.Appearances were what drew one person to another.It was what was beneath that determined whether attraction turned to love.
Heart contracting painfully, I remembered Reid.How his eyes had swept over me like a physical caress the first time he saw me.How he’d gone from looking tired and grumpy to alert and smiling, as if the sight of me had flipped a switch on for him.Or recharged his batteries after a long, exhausting day at work.His attraction to me had been just as instantaneous as mine was to him.
For me, however, it went beyond instant attraction.He’d stolen a part of me when he’d left my apartment.A piece of my heart, maybe even a tiny piece of my soul.
But what if he would have reacted the same way to Evie?
What if it didn’t matter which twin he wanted?
I hardened my heart to that possibility.No one was worth coming between Evie and me.Not a single person.
Not even Reid.
“Why do you look like my peaches, but you don’t smell like her?”He sniffed me for the fourth time—or was it the fifth?
“She didn’t tell you she had a sister?”I gritted out.
He grimaced, taking a step back.“She did, but…”
“But she didn’t mention she had a twin?”I finished for him when he trailed off, his blue eyes still drifting over me from head to toe as if to find what he was looking for.A difference.Any difference.He wouldn’t find one.We matched from the roots of our hair to the tips of our hot-pink toenails.
“No,” he muttered, giving me a grumpy glower.
“Did you give her the chance to tell you, or were you too busysniffingher?”Around us, it seemed like more and more people were pausing their conversations to watch and listen.My fingers tightened around the handle of the margaritas.I wished the cranberry and soda had a huge splash of vodka in it.I needed a stiff drink, dealing with this asshole…and the possibility that Reid might want Evie more than me if he met her.
Nope.Not thinking about that.Or him.
“I…” Muttering a curse, he rubbed the back of his neck.“All I remember is the desperate need to taste her.”
Without thinking about what I was doing, I threw my drink in his face.“Stay the fuck away from my sister.”
Behind me, those two deep laughs that had caused me to smile while I was waiting at the bar boomed through the entire building.“Tell me someone took pictures.Please, tell me you fuckers got that on camera.I gotta send it to Rory or she won’t believe me.”
“I got it, Matt,” someone called back.“Almost start to finish.His momma is gonna whoop his ass.”
Whoop his ass?His momma?I flicked my eyes up and down the bloodhound biker.He was a big motherfucker.Taller than average, well over six feet.Lean in the hips, wide in the shoulders, not so much muscle that I would wonder how he wiped his ass, but enough that told me he could bench-press Evie and me together without breaking much of a sweat.Could his mother actually whoop his ass?The crowd, and whoever Matt was, thought so because they were all laughing like it was going to be an epic showdown.
Good for her.I hoped she whooped him good.
“She’d probably whoop that girl before she did Chance.His momma is a curler,” someone muttered.
I barely had time to wonder what a curler was before someone else was shouting, “I have pictures.Who wants copies?”
More than a dozen people called out, “Me!”
Bloodhound growled something vicious at the guy who had offered pictures.Whatever he said caused the man to fumble and nearly drop his phone.He still hit send, though.Rolling my eyes at him and the rest of the crowd, I walked around the dog in front of me.My only thought was to drop off the margaritas and get my sister the hell out of there.Then we would have a long chat about stranger danger and not letting creepers sniff her.
But I barely got two steps before I realized there were newcomers at our table.Two of them were my new bosses, Mila and River.Seeing Mila sitting beside Monroe caused recognition to click in my brain.
