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JIMMY
Friday is the highlight of my week. I get to dance the night away and find someone sexy to go home with. I’m here with my friends from the best club on campus: Barbell Society. Well, I’m here with most of my friends. Angus, the slacker, isn't here yet. It’s true he has the furthest distance to travel. He’s the only one of us who doesn’t live within walking distance of the city centre. Instead, he lives on his dad’s farm, several miles away. Which means he always drives and never drinks. He’d better get here soon. I need someone to be my wingman.
“Angus is here!” Steph’s voice cuts through the loud, throbbing music. “Who’ve you brought with you?”
Oh, yeah, Angus did say he was bringing someone along tonight.
I turn around, grinning, ready to welcome Angus’ friend to our group.
Angus is gesturing to a guy who’s all too familiar to me. “This is?—”
“Flynn?” I’m not grinning anymore.
Flynn steps back, clear blue eyes wide. “Jimmy?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” And why is he looking so damned gorgeous? He has no business looking so pretty.
“I—” Flynn falters.
“He’s working on my farm.” Angus looks between us. “How do you know each other?”
I fold my arms in a pissed off gesture. “Flynn is my brother’s ex-husband. Mytwinbrother’s ex.”
“I think I’ll get a drink after all.” Flynn darts away, heading towards the bar.
I need a drink, too. Flynn was the last person I expected to see here. Leeds ismycity, not his.
“Okay. That was awkward,” Steph says. “I take it you two have history?”
“Yeah, I just told you he’s?—”
She covers my mouth with her hand. “It looked like a lot more than that. I couldn’t decide if you wanted to murder him or fuck him.”
“Definitelynotthe latter.” Not anymore. “I wouldn’t want my brother’s sloppy seconds.”
Angus frowns. “I didn’t even know you had a twin.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned Billy before. I might not have specified that we were twins. Fuck Billy. Fuck Flynn and fuck this conversation. “I need a drink.”
I stomp towards the opposite end of the bar from where Flynn is sitting, find a vacant stool, and wave tothe bartender. When it’s my turn, I order a shot of vodka. A glance down the bar tells me Flynn is on shots, too. Copycat. I ignore the fact he got his drink first.
Angus sits beside me. I down the shot of vodka. It warms the back of my tongue and slides down smoothly. The aftertaste hits, making me grimace. I order another.
“You know vodka is depression juice, right?” Angus asks.
“Don’t care.” I down the second shot and ask for a glass of red wine. Mixing drinks is the fastest way to get drunk and fuck, do I want to get drunk.
“Are you okay?” Angus asks.
No. My mood has soured, thanks to Flynn. “Fine.”
I can’t help but glance down the bar at Flynn with his fluffy, brown hair and piercing blue eyes that used to make me swoon. He looks sinfully handsome in a close-fitting, white T-shirt and an unbuttoned overshirt.
“What’s the deal with you and Flynn?”
First Steph and now Angus. Wasn’t my explanation clear enough? “I told you. He’s my twin’s ex-husband.”
