I snort and shake my head.
“What? Just because you live a monk lifestyle doesn’t mean I have to,” he counters, a wolfish grin on his face.
“I date,” I argue, even though it’s a loose argument.
“Having sex twice in the last year is not dating, Collin.”
My eyes narrow. “Did you forget Sam?”
He barks out a laugh, clearly at my expense. “You mean Sam, who broke into your house and stole your clothes?”
I knew I shouldn’t have brought her up.
Shifting in my seat, I reply, “Yeah. Her. She might have been a little…different, but I still dated her.”
He laughs, practically in my face. “Different. Yep. We’ll go with that. And I probably wouldn’t be boasting about her. She took all your socks.”
I have no response, because the fact remains, she did steal my socks. And my boxers, and my T-shirts. Though, apparently, just the dirty ones of those. When I saw her wearing the shirt I had slept in the night before I had to work, knowing full well I left it in my laundry, I called her on it, and she confessed to borrowing it. Then proceeded to show me the socks and boxers she was also wearing.
That was the end of my relationship with Sam. Not only did she invade my personal space after only a few months of dating by somehow jimmying the lock on my back door, but she also slept in my bed and took my shit, as if she had a right to be there while I wasn’t.
“You should ask out Lizzie.”
His words make me pause. I take a second to school my features so they’re neutral, but it’s too late. My twin—the person who knows me better than I probably know myself—just smiles that shit-eating grin of his. It’s cocky and full of self-righteousness, because the asshole knows he has me.
“What happened?”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” I counter, which is a complete lie. At least where he’s concerned.
Like I said, no one knows me better than Cade.
“So…you kissed her. Nice.”
I exhale deeply, only to be greeted by his cocky laughter once more.
“Don’t stop now. Tell me everything.”
“I didn’t tell you anything to begin with,” I state.
“Maybe not with words, but it was what you didn’t say,” he replies like the cocky bastard he is.
“There’s nothing to tell.”Not yet, anyway.“I kissed her. We agreed to keep it professional during work.”
“But after work…” he says, leaving his statement wide open, and for good reason. Like I said, he knows me well.
“We’ll see what happens.”
“I’ll tell you what better happen,” he retorts. “I better not have to explain it to you.”
“You don’t,” I blurt out, hoping to end this conversation.
I’ve never had a problem talking to my brother about women, but it feels different now. I want him to know all about how amazing I think Lizzie is, but he doesn’t need to know all the dirty details. Not that there are any of those…
Yet.
“So, what’s your plan for the rest of the day?”
“Yardwork,” I reply.
