I roll my eyes. Even though people talk a good game about a mystical twin link, Cat and I never felt it. Maybe it’s because we’re fraternal twins? We look similar, but I have Mama’s brown eyes, and Cat inherited Papa’s blue ones.
Those blue eyes are staring at me, waiting for my response.
“Bullshit.”
Cat laughs again. “Also true. Mama called. She wanted me to do a wellness check on you.”
Damn it. I knew it. I should have checked the call history on my phone before dismissing the unknown number outright.
“And you did. Now, get the fuck out unless you have a warrant,” I moan in pain as I unfold myself from the floor. Every muscle in my body hurts because I forgot I was nearly blown up this week. And stabbed by a cornstalk.
Cat’s eyes narrow. She points a finger at various spots on my body. “What’s going on here?”
I shrug and shuffle past her into the bedroom. “Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.”
I flop back on the bed. “Nothing. Forget about it. Tell Mama I’m fine. Mission accomplished.”
She lightly slaps my shoulder. The one where the corn shanked me. I shriek in pain.
“I knew it!” Cat grabs at my T-shirt, pulling up the sleeve. Her eyes widen. “What the fuck happened here?”
I swat her hand away. “Nothing. An on-the-job accident, that’s all.”
She stares at me.
I stare back.
She folds her arms across her chest.
I roll away and pull the pillow over my head.
She yanks it away. “I’m not leaving until you come clean. If you don’t, I’ll tell Mama I can’t find you, then she’ll call Luke.”
I hiss. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
I sigh. If she calls our meddling little brother, Luke, he’ll use the extensive resources at his disposal to track me down and bring me to Flamingo Cove, Florida, to face the consequences of ignoring Mama.
“Fine. I was undercover until a few days ago. I had an opportunity to take down the bad guy, and I took it. Unfortunately, he rigged his house with explosives. I ran out. The house exploded. The concussion knocked me to the ground where I was promptly stabbed by corn.”
She shoves her finger in her ear and wiggles it around. “I’m sorry. My ears must be clogged. You were stabbed by PORN?”
“CORN!”
“So, I did hear you right.”
I close my eyes and fold my hands together on my belly. “So, that’s it. You know the story. Call Mama. Stand down. I’ll call her later today when I’m feeling better.”
“Not so fast, sis,” Cat gently pulls open one of my eyes and stares into my face. She was always doing this when we were kids. Trying to get me to wake up by opening my eyelids. Fortunately, I have forty-five years of practice in ignoring her.
“Go away.”
“There’s another reason I’m here,” Cat sits on the side of the bed.
I open an eye and look at her. Waiting.
“There’s been a death.”
Damn it. So much for my sleeping away the day. I’m wide awake now.
