“Remember the rally for Dad? The one I said I’d make a speech at, so they’ll leave me the hell alone? It’s this Saturday in Baltimore.”
Unease pricks at my stomach. After her near-miss with her stalker, I’m not thrilled at the idea of her going, but she’ll be surrounded by trained Secret Service members and thousands of people who not only support but borderline love her Dad, which is in its own kind of fucked up.
“Want me to come with you?”
She shakes her head. “They’re boring as hell. Worse than State Dinners. There’s no open bar. Besides, you’d be on your own in the crowd. I’ll have to stand on stage and smile for a few hours, pretending to love my parents.Honestly, you being there would be a distraction, and I need to focus and watch my face.”
Thank fuck for that. Political rallies give me the biggest ick. Surrounding myself with weirdos wearing political t-shirts and hats like they’re in some kind of cult? Rallies are a circle of hell Dante couldn’t have dreamed up.
“Let me know if you change your mind.” Unease pricks at my stomach. Even with all the protection surrounding her at public events, I’m still not sure she’ll be safe.
I’ll pick her up from the rally or tail her Secret Service detail if I need to on her way home.
Daphne’s eyes flutter closed as she sinks into my touch. “I don’t want to think about it. God, that feels so good.” She ends on a moan, and my cock snaps to attention.
I have ten rooms in this house, so Tessa wouldn’t find us right away if I hoist Daphne over my shoulder and drag her upstairs like a caveman. I’d have my way with?—
“Hello?” Tessa calls out.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I release Daphne. My sister’s voice makes my cock deflate quicker than jumping in an ice bath.
Daphne’s eyes flick open, a smile on her face as she stands and meets Tessa halfway towards the foyer. They hug like they’ve known each other for years.
Tessa’s always been a big-hearted person. She hid it away for a few years, but she’s opened up again. It warms my heart that she’s embracing Daphne as the sister she might be someday.
I know I’m going to marry Daphne Fox.
“What’s this? Not going to hug your big brother?” I open my arms for Tessa.
“She already did,” Tuck calls out as he balances a box of takeout containers in one hand and shuts the door behind him with the other. I don’t mind Tuck’s takeout addiction,but as his twin, it worries me that he doesn’t know how to boil water or heat anything that comes in a can. He tried once and put the closed metal can of chili in a pan and cranked the heat on high.
Yet, somehow, he’s the genius twin. At least I can fucking cook.
All Tuck knows how to do is order food—be it takeout or fancy restaurants, he’s good at that. He used to order for Tessa when we went to Pink Salmon since she’d get shy when talking to the servers. She’s always friendly, but she struggles to ask for anything.
I release Tessa and take the box from Tuck.
He swoops in to give my girlfriend a hug. “Good to see you again, Daph.”
“You too,” she says as she releases him. There’s a glint in her eyes, and damnit, for once I wish Tuck and I weren’t so fucking identical.
But she turns to me, and her smile widens. Must be because I’m the better-looking twin.
“You have a dog?” Tuck’s voice is loaded with surprise as he examines Hawkeye like our sweet border collie might morph into Cujo. Tuck hasn’t had much experience with dogs since we didn’t have one growing up. In fact, as far as I know, the only time he interacts with dogs is treating bites in the ER.
Hawkeye trots over to Tuck, then his head whips back to me, then back again. He lets out a bark of confusion before sniffing Tuck’s pant leg.
Tuck bends down to cautiously pet Hawkeye on the head in short, gentle strokes. The dog glances back at me like he’s silently asking if it’s okay for this weirdly identical stranger to pet him.
“Good boy,” Daphne coos as she crouches down, andHawkeye bounds over and licks her cheek. From the deep plunge of her t-shirt, her cleavage presses together, and God, I want to run my tongue all over her again like I did in the shower this morning.
Not to self, next time we’re having shower sex, double check that the soap suds have washed away before licking her. Nothing’s worse than sucking on Daphne’s perfect breasts only to literally wash my mouth out with soap.
My cock likes the words “good boy” too much, and I lower the box to hide my creeping erection. He’s not put off by the memory of soap suds.
“So, what’d you get this time, Tuck?” Tessa asks as she shimmies out of her leather jacket and crouches down to scratch Hawkeye behind the ears.
“Pink Salmon.”
