Page 55 of Chance
Seeing me, Evy smirked like she knew exactly why I was walking so carefully.“I bet you’re hungry.”
“Starving.”I sat in the booth.It was turning into our usual spot, and I was starting to wonder if Kingston reserved it for us.Before I’d even grabbed the menu, a Diet Coke was placed in front of me.
“How’s Chance feeling today?”Quinn, our waitress, asked, genuine concern on her face.“I can have Kingston throw a box together for him when you’re ready.”
“Oh, um, thank you?”
Quinn smiled.“The burger, no onions, no cheese, no mayo.”She shifted her gaze to my twin.“No onion, extra cheese.Barbecue sauce on the side for your fries.”
We blinked at her, completely thrown by her ability not only to tell us apart, but to remember our favorite things to order.Evy and I were dressed exactly alike from head to toe.Reid could tell us apart without breaking a sweat.Chance broke a sweat, but he still managed to figure it out.Which totally counted.
Quinn wasn’t human.I was sure of it.
“Unless you’re only doing a plate of fries.But no one placed an order from WomanLand today, and Evie had class today, not work.”
“She’s a witch,” I whispered to my sister without taking my eyes off Quinn.
“Small towns are so scary,” my twin muttered back.
The three of us burst into giggles.“I’ve got Kingston working on your burgers already.Shouldn’t be a few minutes.”
“Thanks, Quinn.”
Before she was out of earshot, Evy leaned forward.“How big was he?”
“Is this normal sister dinner conversation?”
She shrugged.“It’sourconversation, so who cares?”
“You’re right.OMG.He’s a freaking python.”
Evy snorted Diet Coke out of her nose.“You mean an anaconda?”
“No, I totally meant a python.Why would I mean an anaconda?”She was so confusing.That was completely random.
“Because of the song… Never mind.”She started mopping up her mess, still snickering to herself.“Reid is huge too.Like so, so huge.”
“I bet he’s microscopic compared to Chance.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No!”I bit my lips.“How would we even confirm that?I’m not looking at Reid’s… I’m not looking!And you’re not looking at my boyfriend either.”
“Ew, gross.I don’t want to see Bloodhound’s.Nasty.No offense.”
“Same,” I agreed.“But…like, how are we gonna know who the winner is if we did bet?”
“Measure it,” Evy suggested with a careless shrug.
We stared at each other for a long moment then reached for our phones at the exact same time.I sent a text to Chance.
Me: I need you to measure your dick.Like right now.Length AND width.
“There’s no way he had time to measure!”I whisper-yelled when Evy’s phone dinged with a reply less than ten seconds later.
“They’re guys.They start measuring as soon as their balls drop,” she explained.Which made sense.Guys were weird.
“Huh.”I picked up my phone, my cheeks flooding with heat when I read Chance’s message.
