Page 44 of Hard Rock Sin
"Like when he put his hands all over you to make me jealous?" Noah grumbled.
"It worked, didn't it?" Jen raised an arched eyebrow. "You finally got over yourself and realized your feelings for me."
"Cameron likes to please the ladies," I mused. "That's what everyone says. I always thought it just meant—" I cut myself off with a blush.
"Well. That, too." The flush on Jen's face rivaled my own.
We were distracted from the topic of Cameron's sex life by a noisy commotion. A loud crash and curses sounded from the next room.
"Sounds like one of the twins." A worried frown line appeared between Jen's brows.
"I'll give you one guess which one it is." My brother's lips pressed together in a firm line.
When we crossed the threshold we were greeted with broken glass, splintered wood, and cracked dishes scattered across the floor. Someone had knocked over a china cabinet.
"What the fuck," Noah said flatly.
The twins stood in the middle of the debris. One had an exasperated look on his face. The other's arms were folded over his chest, his expression twisted in a petulant scowl. Both wore matching black and white band t-shirts, some group called The Last Ones To Know.
"I told you not to climb on it," the exasperated twin told his brother.
"I thought there might be one of those dick straws up there. It's not my fault you wouldn't help give me a boost."
"What do you even care? It's just a stupid game Cameron plays."
"A stupid game you used to want to win," the second twin said stubbornly. "If you weren't so busy—"
"Busy withwhat?" the other asked. "Busy hanging out with my girlfriend? Am I supposed to ignore her and go off to play these stupid games with you?"
"Yes!"
The upset twin growled and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. A small rivet of blood ran down his palm, most likely having cut it on the broken glass.
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Go have fun playing house." He stalked off.
The twin left behind stared down blankly at the mess on the floor. A young woman came up behind him, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed.
"Damon's been acting out more and more," Jen said with sadness in her voice.
The three of us retreated, making sure to avoid the direction Damon had stomped off in.
"He'll get over it," Noah said.
"Don't you remember what it felt like when your guy friends abandoned you after they got girlfriends?" Jen asked.
"No."
I held back a smile. Noah hadn't exactly been the most social of teenagers.
"Well it sucks," Jen explained patiently. "Damon and Ian were always so close. It must be ten times harder on him to see his brother going off, being happy, with someone who isn't him."
"Maybe he needs a girlfriend of his own," I suggested.
Jen burst out in a giggle. Noah snorted.
"I'd love to see the day Mr. Playboy Twin settles down," Jen said.
"Ian found a girl," I pointed out.
