“What makes you think that?”
“Because not many would name a child born in the summerJuniper Holly.”
I grab a towel to wipe away the condensation beneath an abandoned drink nearby. “My birthday is on the solstice,” I admit.
Unexpected delight spreads over his features. “In three days?”
I eye him sideways because of his tone. “Maybe… Depends on what you plan on doing with that information.”
“What is the one thing you’ve always wished for on your birthday?”
I pause, considering him. “I don’t think we know each other well enough for that conversation.”
“A problem I plan on rectifyingquitequickly,” he says, taking a seat. He settles his elbows on the bar and inclines my way. “Hello, Juniper.”
Well, shit.
His voice is entirely sex, and the way he says my name…
“I… I need to… Hey, Jas?” I push away from the ice cooler as Jasmine comes out of the kitchen, wide-eyed. “Hey, can you cover me a minute? I just need to go to the restroom.”
“Sure,” she says, setting down her water bottle.
I glance at Jax one more time. “I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here,” Jax replies.
I quickly remove my apron and set it near my purse under the bar. I really do need a minute.
Twins.
God fucking help me.
Chapter 12
North
Juniper’s nervousness is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever seen. And that little red twinge creeping up her neck just from meeting me? I blow out a breath and smile to myself.
She’s pleasure wrapped in a pretty black dress.
I don’t bother hiding my head tilt as I watch her saunter toward the kitchen. The entrance door isn’t the only thing swinging. Her fucking hips…Goddamn it.
My cock is already stirring, more so than it was while keeping an eye on her overnight.
The woman on the other side of the bar clears her throat—Jasmine, I believe I heard Juniper say. She’s leaning against the countertop and toying with an empty straw wrapper, curling it around her fingers over and over. The smooth highlight accentuating her cheekbone glimmers against her brown skin from the twinkling lights around the liquor bottle cabinet. She’s very pretty, and I feel like she’s scrutinizing me harder than anyone ever has.
“Brother, huh?” she asks.
“Wedidshare a womb,” I reply.
A filthy, ice crystal chamber of punishment and reprimands.
“Mmhm,” she mutters. “Rival brothers?”
I know what she’s getting at. “I like to think of us more as the tag team type,” I say, and Jasmine looks like she’s going to smile.
“Just checking.” She pushes off the bar. “What’s your drink?”
