If this is true…
I thought of the ovulation test kit I always carried in my backpack. Just in case.
Then I somehow found my voice to ask the two outrageously handsome—but not at all identical—men in front of me, “Is there… is there a restroom I could use?”
proposition
. . .
gideon
“Any ideas on how we make her stay forever once we get her back to our place?” Cal asked me.
Soon to be her place, too.
My eyes stayed glued to the door of the women’s bathroom at the bar and grill Cal had reopened at her request. Because even though I hated having her out of my sight, it was impossible to deny her anything she truly needed.
“I can’t believe she’s finally here.” Cal’s gaze was also locked on the door. “But I’ve got this crazy feeling in my chest. Like we should be in there with her. But I don’t want to give her the ick.”
Understood. On a cellular level. Only my mission-level commitment to not scaring her kept me from breaching that single-stall door and standing guard while she pissed.
For the first time—without any mirroring on my part—Callum and I were on the exact same page.
Contrary to local belief, my twin and I didn’t share a hive mind. If it came off that way, it was because I put a shit-ton ofeffort into matching him. So no one around here would ever see the real me.
Butshedidn’t think we matched.
This morning, like always, I’d waited to see what Callum was wearing. Then I replicated it. Piece by piece. Standard issue camouflage that always worked—until her.
She looked at my twin and saw him for who he was. Not a matching unit. Not part of a set. Him.
So what the hell was she going to see when she finally looked at me?
The idea of it sent a bolt of fear up my spine.
But I wanted her eyes on me.
My dick throbbed behind my jeans at the thought of holding her still beneath me, making our mate give me those pretty brown eyes as I drove myself into her.
“By the way, did you catch her name?” Callum asked, cutting off my fantasy. “I was so busy falling, I forgot to ask.”
“Lark. Lark Bird,” I answered, still unable to tear my eyes from the wooden barrier standing between us. “She doesn’t know your name either.”
“Lark Bird,” Cal repeated with a satisfied chuff. “That’s a great name.”
He was wrong.
It wasn’t great.
It was the most perfect name in all creation.
“You have to work your magic on her,” I bit out. “Make her want to stay for you, even if she doesn’t…”
My stomach twisted, remembering how she wouldn’t even meet my eyes back at the hotel.
…even if she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Still, I insisted out loud, “Use your seduction skills. Convince her to give our maul a chance.”
