“My parents aren’t here. Those bastards,” She scowls as she scans the venue. She snatches a drink from a waiter tray and downs the flute of champagne.
“Nervous?”
“Preparing.” She shimmies her shoulders.
I scan the venue too, unsure of what I’m looking for. I know it’s something. There’s an energy in the air, something that only Boston can claim.
That’s when I feel it.I’m being watched.
I snap my head and see a tall man wearing a suit that matches his emerald eyes.
No fucking way.
Boston doesn’t seem so big after all.
Standing there just a few meters away, he watches me with his head cocked to the side, hands in his pockets and a small smile curved on his full lips. Mirth dances behind those wild eyes, and I’m not sure if I should be flattered or afraid or both.
I grab Sam’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Sam! That is the guy who spilled coffee all over my scrubs the second day I was here!” I look back at him, not being able to trust what I’m seeing. “Do you know who he is?”
Sam’s eyes trace my path of vision, landing on the tall figure now approaching us. This man is all the same but so different from the one I saw in the coffee shop.
As he walks towards us with ease, it’s no doubt he’s important, considering the people vying for his attention. A simple glance their way exudes an authority that has them essentially bowing down. He serves a purpose, and he knows exactly what it is.
He is no longer just a man in a coffee shop. But I am still just the girl in the coffee shop.
Sam laughs. “Sunny, that’s mybrother.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! Was the coffee shop Betty’s Beans?” Sam asks, watching her brother saunter towards us while my heart races faster.
“Yes! I wasn’t necessarily nice to him,” I admit.
“What a small fucking world.” She grabs another champagneas her eyes bounce between the two of us, ignited with anticipation.
His hair isn’t the sweaty brown I saw in the coffee shop. Instead, it’s groomed back, creating a more angular look to his sharp features. Each step he gets closer my heart bangs against my chest, its echoes bouncing off my ribs and making it hard to breathe.
Slinging an arm around his sister, he eyes me up and down as a smile curves the side of his mouth, bending the scar that slices through it. The only imperfection to appear on his face, and yet it still just somehow adds to him.
“Hello, Sister.” He presses a kiss to her head and shifts his gaze back to me. “Why am I not shocked to see you here?”
All at once, my chaotic heart halts.
And I realize, for some reason, I’m somehow not shocked to see him here, either.
“Hello Brother!” Sam chirps a little too enthusiastically.
Her brother’s grin widens as he looks at me, making whatever that energy I feel inside me kickstart and hold me hostage. A fire starts to kindle inside me, coursing into my veins and lighting me up.
I take a deep breath in, because this will be the first direct contact I have with a man since Ryan.
“Well, clearly you two have met already at Betty’s Beans. But without the mess of splattered coffee and high tensions, let me formally introduce you two. Sunny, this is my not twin, twin brother, but I’m the more attractive of us, Tyler. Tyler, this is Sunny, my newfound best friend of two weeks now.”
They look so much alike from the straight nose to the full lips and sharp features. Their smiles even bend the same way.Both with the same shade of brown hair, save for Sams streaked in pink. Even though her eyes are amber and his are emerald, they both share the same sparkle. Sam’s are brilliant, Tyler’s are wild.
Reaching out a hand, Tyler looks at me as if he finally got an answer to something I’m not aware of. My eyes fall to the scars peeking from his suit jacket.
“It’s nice to formally meet you, Sunny. My sister has kept you quite the secret the last few weeks.”
