“What if I’m here to make a good impression on my future brother-in-law?”
“Ew, no. Don’t do that smarmy shit. Ollie might fall for it, but you’re getting nowhere with me. Just because she’s scent matched with you guys doesn’t mean you’re part of the family.”
I suck in a sharp breath, shoot up in my chair. Heart thundering, legs shaking, I look at Luke with wide eyes as he grins. I can tell he knows exactly what he’s done, and my whole body is suddenly on fire.
He didn’t say outright it was Timber, but who else in Ollie’s life could it be when she lives with him?
“What do you mean by ‘guys’?” I ask.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,hockey boy?”
I’m trying not to leap from my seat, but I need him to tell me straight. Ollie and Timber had kissed so passionately at the restaurant, to the point I genuinely thought they were fucking the moment I saw them, and that had to mean something. If they really are matches and it wasn’t just some spur-of-the-moment thing, I’ll sink to the floor in happiness.
“Luke.” I can barely control myself as my hands curl around the thin wooden arms of the cheap chair. “You have to tell me what you mean.”
“Says who? If I tell you what you want to know right away, you’ll disappear, and I’ll be left all alone. What do I get in return?”
That sounded oddly familiar. Like how I wouldn’t go all the way with Ollie in case she bolted.
If Luke’s the same as Ollie, then getting in his face and demanding he tell me what I want to know could backfire. He can already tell he’s got me, and not just because I’m fidgeting in my seat. I needed to play this cool, draw him out like a little gossip mouse instead of being too obvious.
“Are you sure you’re twins?” I ask, trying to deflect the conversation. From the small amount I know about Ollie, I didn’t think I’d find her acting like this. Then again, how much can I say I actually know about her? Which is exactly why I sought him out.
He points straight at himself, his gaze intense.
“Look at my face. You think I’m fucking with you?”
When we mate with Ollie, are we going to have to put up with this for the rest of our lives?
I hope it’s a temporary insanity from being in the hospital and not a full-time occupation for Luke, because I can’t see Timber enduring it for long. He can barely stand me when I act out, so how will he handle this?
“Anyway, don’t try pretending you came here to see how devilishly handsome I am. So, out with it. What else do you want to know about my sister, apart from who else she’s matched with?”
And here I thought I was going to have to be patient, whip out my charm, and sneakily mine the information from him. It looks like I need a different tactic.
“Not that you’re getting it for free. It’s gonna cost you, and I don’t know if someone like you can afford it.”
My heart skips as his expression grows hard, and I think of how much I’m willing to pay to find out. Timber talked about his ex-wife milking him for everything he’s worth, but I want a proper confirmation that Timber and Ollie are matches. Maybe I could get some stories about Ollie when she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as part of the deal.
Luke sighs dramatically. “I mean, basically, I haven’t had a burger and fries for weeks, and I’m getting antsy, you know? I miss my meat sweats, and you have no idea how hot it is in these casts.”
“I thought you were a nutritionist as well?”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I can cook for myself here. And I get lonely here. I feel like a burger would make this whole conversation flow way easier, you get what I’m saying?”
***
One drive-through and two burgers later, Luke is wiping the last of the grease from his mouth and sighing happily.
“Oh yeah, that hits the spot,” he groans.
“Are you going to give up the goods now?” I ask. I’ve been as patient as I can, but I'm close to exploding. The number of questions that have built up since Luke said ‘scent matched with you guys’ is driving me wild, and I don’t know how long I can keep up the act.
Luke peers at me out of the corner of one eye as he slurps from a large cup.
“Well, she told me you figured out that she’s posing as me to live with Timber, so you don’t need to know that. My guess is you want to knowwhymy sister would keep living with her scent match when she can’t ba-doink-a-doink that booty.”
Then it’s my turn to grin at him, because that’s exactly the way I want to fuck Timber and his tight ass.
